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Man, I remember those pointless drills in grammar school. But I wasn't about to complain. Hanging out under your desk and imagining fire and brimstone raining outside was a helluva lot cooler than learning my multiplication tables.
I always figured the "duck and cover" was a half-assed attempt to calm children down in the even of a nuclear attack. They're gonna be toast anyway, so might as well give them some false hope in their last moments.
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