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A Very Personal Review of Modern Warfare 3

I turned around from my perch on the bench and crossed my legs. The Seine ran beneath me in utter silence, it’s surface peppered with small ducks and geese. I coughed lightly as I took a light drag from my cigarette.

“I thought you gave up smoking?” A gruff cockney voice said.

I turned to see a mutton-chopped man in a navy blue toque and jacket standing tensely behind me. He looked like a wolf who’d been swimming in a blender, and it was odd to see him without his trademark boon hat.

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