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Anon is worried about men
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It's giving
April – 1805.
Napoleon is master of Europe.
Only the British fleet stands before him.
Oceans are now battlefields.
All the homies are improvising on the violin with their very close male friends.
In the grim darkness of the 18th Century there is only Sharpe.
Now that's soldierin'