They're in love. Fuck the war. — Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow
They're in love. Fuck the war. — Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow
They're in love. Fuck the war. — Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow
They're in love. Fuck the war. — Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow
They're in love. Fuck the war. — Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow
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They're in love. Fuck the war.

— Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow
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