Entirely coincidentally, I'll be in a class this weekend again, as I have been so many years before.
Like I said fifteen years ago, I won't be participating in the performative hair-rending and sackcloth-donning celebrating the tactical victory of our foes. Instead, I'll be getting harder to kill.
You can go virtue signal to your friends how mad you still are, if that's what makes you feel cool.
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