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My cousin flew planes in the Navy, and once when we went to visit him we got an informal family member tour of a submarine that happened to be in port.
Not only was the whole thing unbearably small even for a less-than-fully-grown early teen girl, but the cook in the galley assured us that it was much more cramped when they first set out for a long trip, because of all the canned foods they hadn't eaten yet. He said they would line the hallways with stacks of cans until they could eat their way through them.
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