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With rifles and grenades, we found a home.
You, dear Ata, my French comrade true,
In the heat of battle, it was always me and you.
From Dust to Mirage, through smokes and flames,
We mastered strategies, we learned the games.
Your laughter echoed through our shared quest,
In the virtual world, we were the best.
But now it seems our paths diverge,
As you indulge in a culinary urge.
For the frogs, they call, with legs so fine,
And in their taste, you now find your time.