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No longer can the "real Virginians" strut about as if our hearts, like the hearts of our legendary forebears, quickened at the first whiff of grapeshot and beat ever more gloriously as the bombardment increased.
That is all behind us. After a single shot was fired, we turned tail and ran.
We no longer live in the land of the Proud Gray. Hell no. We're living in Petticoat Junction.
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