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On the positive side, I was able to finish my book, Fargo Rock City, and catch the last two-thirds of "Rambo: First Blood Part II". As a kid, my mom wouldn't even let me own toy guns, much less watch what was, at the time, the self proclaimed 'most violent movie of an era'. What a perfectly enjoyable cheeseball of a film, devoid of any dialogue. Sure, I'll pretend that I only enjoyed it ironically, but we all know the real truth. Indeed, at time the tension runs high, enough so that I once uttered hopefully, 'C'mon John!' I was immediately shamed. Not any more than the Buckeyes though.
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