It makes me start thinking if I'll miss my Coyline after I do that slow-march...
We trained, we suffered, we endured, we gained, we played, we ate, we mahjong, we talked, we fought, we quarreled. All under that same roof, for more than one fucking year...
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I went into my Ops room, and I looked around.
We used to hate that place, because it meant work.
Now, we embrace it, because it means chillax.
In future, will we miss it,
for both the pain, and the gain?...
