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it is the year 1429, you are Joan of Arc and you have awoken in a cold sweat in your field tent. the barmaid next to you stirs, but your mind is set on one thing — god demands that you seize the city of Tours
Sacha Coward@sacha_coward
[Outside the British Museum] Me: [chanting] tours, tours- Everyone in the queue: tours, TOURS- Security guard: [pounding his ticket scanner] TOURS, TOURS, TOURS!
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