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After eighteen years of butchering the ambulatory process, the Marine Corps taught me the proper way to walk.
It’s not just a fun game with lettered cubes, anymore!
“…the loss of a knowledge I once valued like a storyteller – knowledge I can now savour only with the distant fascination of an archaeologist.”
“The melody wouldn’t sound like anything at all without the underlying repetitive stuff.”
It’s all about psychology.
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