Cowboy up, cupcake.

“You can't rewind war. It spools on, and on, and on, looping and jumping, distor…”

“The schools wear the blank faces of war buildings, their windows blown blind by…”

“Well-bred' ensured buckled noses, high-arched feet, a predisposition to madness…”

“The land itself, of course, was careless of its name. It still is. You can call…”