PWD - Chapter SixThe sun was up, which meant that it was probably past six in the morning. Three hours until we had to leave. And God knows that I can't sleep with the sun blinding me through the window, so I spent my last free hours before breakfast walking around and saying my own little goodbye to the base. At breakfast, everyone was either hung-over, sentimental, or, in Soldier's case, insulting my cooking skills as a way to distract himself. And in my defense, my ma took care of all the cooking back home, so the fact that I could even make pancakes was a miracle in itself.PWD - Chapter Six
Spy reassured me that I did fine, his hand resting on my should
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Smile and nod.
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I really appreciate it!
Merry Christmas!
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A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.
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Regards,
Jennifer Teh
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One of these days I'll figure out what the hell I'm doing!
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