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So it goes.

When the beautiful people were past, Valencia questioned her funny-looking husband about war. It was a simple-minded thing for a female Earthling to do, to associate sex and glamor with war.

Their penises were shriveled and their balls were retracted. Reproduction was not the main business of the evening.

One scout hung his head, let spit fall from his lips. The other did the same. They studied the infinitesimal effects of spit on snow and history.

They were small, graceful people. They had been behind German lines before many times - living like woods creatures, living from moment to moment in useful terror, thinking brainlessly with their spinal cords.

All this responsibility at such an early age made her a bitchy flibbertigibbet.