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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 10:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 4:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 7:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 11:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 1:46 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 9:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 7:43 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 12:17 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 7:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 9:43 pm
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According to this, 'Love' is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope. This definition, I am told, is subject to interpretation. Obviously, love is a matter of odds. Not many meatbags could make such a shot, and fewer would derive love from it. Yet for me, love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticle, and together, achieving a singular purpose, against statistically long odds.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 9:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 5:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 9:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 10:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 12:55 am
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