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diced onions.. oh come on.. and thousand island dressing with pickles yeah secret sauce my left .. hand
dry buns... no seeds on the crowns.. give me burger king.. yet im bias.. our town in over 25 years has shot down a burger king for some lame ashat reason.. finally got a subway though .. sigh
heppy meals.. i have three kids i chunk out for this guess what happens.. they dont want the food.. they want the damn 15 cent toy... sigh
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It means only one thing, and everything: Cut. Once committed to fight, Cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overrides that one. Cut. The lines are a portrayal of the dance. Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resoultely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush him. Cut him without mercy to the depth of his spirit. It is the balance to life: death. It is the dance with death. It is the law a war wizard lives by, or he dies.
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