The man gently and rhythmically pats the cold metal casing of the machine gun, tracing his fingers along the brass ammo belt with extreme, tender precision. Dust motes dance beautifully in the stark shaft of sunlight crossing the dark room. He leans much closer, his eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated joy. The camera stays completely static, locked onto the intimate interaction between the ...
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