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"He was saved except for his leg."
"What happened to it?"
"A Nazi shot it off."
"Seriously?"
"Not really, he fell off a tank and got run over."
It's nearly my bedtime, but my body is not tired.
The maid huddled in the corner as the old man swept everything from the vast table. You should never had taken this job, she told herself. You had it made.
My other half lives thousands of miles away. We share many interests, but not the same continent. I miss him, but only half the time.
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