Following a recent break up with my girlfriend, or rather my ex-girlfriend, I’ve fallen back into a familiar habit so readily identified with teenage boys. Dimmed lights, clammy hands, and a short-lived rush produced in violent frenzy are the hallmarks of my shame. It offers relief, but ultimately any satisfaction turns to ash and once again I am cold and alone. Modern Warfare 3, or at least its online multiplayer component, has a lot to answer for.
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