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shortly after the first war, my parents moved to Kuwait.
they bought me a book full of Iraqi torture devices used on Kuwaiti citizens.
gruesome isn't a severe enough word. hell on earth, being three words, might do the trick.
when are a people worth saving, dear blue hearts?
"at least yr alive", says the torturer as he hooks yr nipples up to the car battery. "too bad yr children aren't". he spits and pulls the switch.
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