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Friday, 11 June 2010

Modern Warfare

He grasped his shotgun.

Having carefully assessed the situation, he knew that all he could do was make a dash for it; all guns blazing, for death or glory.

He tore out of the bunker, firing wildly before...

“Jamie! Your tea’s ready!”

He paused his X-box, and left the room.

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