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“Well, fashion azines are kind of sparse,” Jenou says absently

Jack says, “It’s September Back to school”

That earns a looraff, who offers up a bit of impromptu poetry

The one-one-nine

always on the line,

Shootin’ up the Kraut,

Runnin’ in and out,

Pissin’ in our pants,

Eatin’ out o’ cans,

Wishin’ ere home,

Feelin’ all alone

The one-one-nine,

Where life is j-u-u-u-s-t fine

That earns soraff is a useless soldier, worse than useless really, downright dangerous But she can be a in terror or sunk in a distracted funk drawing in her little sketch pad

But Cat, too, has so set to the tune of “Yankee Doodle”