petal

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[bradsthorn]

a little about me !

im petal ! 25 / american .

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this is my writing account for @leoswolfe ! i’ll write any requests that are appropriate.* i will also publish my own works, which will be plenty i’m sure! i’m excited to share my ideas with ya’ll and to write fics in general!

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[manny-jacinto]

MATTHEW MCCONAUGHEY A Time to Kill (1996)

[stilinskiderek]

EVERYBODY WANTS SOME!! (2016)

Dir. Richard Linklater

[topguncortez]

HIM.

[raphmike]

I HAVE WAITED ALL YEAR TO POST THIS

[nostalgc]

The O.C., Season Three (2005).

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more rooster stache 

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Glen Powell and Brisket Powell Men's Health Magazine

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Glen Powell Men's Health Magazine

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[hotchsstuff]

brothers' conflict

a/n: zach maclaren and rafe cameron are brothers here.

summary: childhood sweethearts to lovers au, rafe and zach had always fought for your attention, since you were kids. but now you're adults and they want you all to themselves.

"what are you doing out here?" zach asked you, wrapping his jacket around your trembling shoulders. he frowned looking at how your lips have turned an awful purple colour.

"i was waiting for your classes to end." you managed to say through a few stutters.

"i thought rafe was taking you home." concern turned into bitterness. one unspoken rule that ruled between the two brothers was that your well-being came first. but rafe seemed to have forget that in the past few weeks. it was not the first time he forgot to take you home. he said that it slipped out of his mind but that seemed ridiculous to zach, since the three of you lived together, near the campus.

"it's alright, he probably got caught up with training." you attempted to give him a reassuring smile but zach was still frowning, fists clenched. you hated when they fought, especially because of you.

zach had always been the patient and reasonable twin, unlike rafe. when rafe made you cry, zach was there to cure your broken heart.

the ride home was tense. you dont think you've ever seen zach so upset. but he will never take his anger on you. he never did.

you gulped when you saw rafe's car parked outside the building.

you followed zach inside your house and tried to detach his attention from rafe by making futile questions.

"these flowers smell so nice, dont they?" you grabbed the sleeve of his sweater and he gave you a look.

he knew what you were trying to do "they've been there for three months, love."

with long steps he marched into the kitchen, where rafe was sitting with a girl friend of his.

you muttered a quiet hi and tried to pull zach away.

"what has gotten into you?" he pointed an accusing finger towards rafe's direction, who has not looked away from you yet.

he wished he could rip zach's jacket off your shoulders.

"i forgot." he shrugged, finally looking at his brother. but behind the fake nonchalant facade you could see that he was annoyed.

zach scoffed "you forgot? look at how fucking drenched she is."

you know you looked like a mess. clothes glued to your skin, water dripping down your face and you couldn't stop shaking.

he didn't give rafe the chance to answer before adding "and stop bringing girls here. you know we have a fucking rule."

rafe cast you an apologetic look but you didn't have the chance to reassure him because zach dragged you upstairs.

"c'mon love, you need to get changed or you'll catch a cold." he whispered, leading you to the bathroom "god knows how much i hate when you get sick."

after making sure the water was not too hot, he left you by yourself. you could hear a door slum downstairs, making you jump.

rafe probably left. you felt guilty, you shouldn't have made a scene.

after taking a quick shower, you walked downstairs but you were surprised to see rafe in front of you.

oh. it was all you could manage to say.

"come here. you'll get sick if you don't dry your hair." he motioned to the couch and with small uncertain steps you walked to him.

"where's your friend?" you asked him out of curiosity as you let him dry your hair.

"sent her away." he muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

after minutes of silence you whispered an apology in unison.

"why are you apologizing, sweet girl?" he asked you in disbelief. "i was an asshole. it wasn't my intention to hurt you."

and it was true. he hated himself for treating you that way but he wasn't sure he could control himself everytime he was in your presence.

if only you knew how much you affected him with only a touch of yours.

"i promise it won't happen again." he sealed the promise with a kiss on your head.

zach waited for you to fall asleep before going to confront rafe.

"i don't care about whatever were your reasons. do not hurt her again. im not going to watch, rafe. not this time. and im not going to let you win her over."

-

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[hotchsstuff]

brothers' conflict

a/n: zach maclaren and rafe cameron are brothers here.

summary: childhood sweethearts to lovers au, rafe and zach had always fought for your attention, since you were kids. but now you're adults and they want you all to themselves.

"what are you doing out here?" zach asked you, wrapping his jacket around your trembling shoulders. he frowned looking at how your lips have turned an awful purple colour.

"i was waiting for your classes to end." you managed to say through a few stutters.

"i thought rafe was taking you home." concern turned into bitterness. one unspoken rule that ruled between the two brothers was that your well-being came first. but rafe seemed to have forget that in the past few weeks. it was not the first time he forgot to take you home. he said that it slipped out of his mind but that seemed ridiculous to zach, since the three of you lived together, near the campus.

"it's alright, he probably got caught up with training." you attempted to give him a reassuring smile but zach was still frowning, fists clenched. you hated when they fought, especially because of you.

zach had always been the patient and reasonable twin, unlike rafe. when rafe made you cry, zach was there to cure your broken heart.

the ride home was tense. you dont think you've ever seen zach so upset. but he will never take his anger on you. he never did.

you gulped when you saw rafe's car parked outside the building.

you followed zach inside your house and tried to detach his attention from rafe by making futile questions.

"these flowers smell so nice, dont they?" you grabbed the sleeve of his sweater and he gave you a look.

he knew what you were trying to do "they've been there for three months, love."

with long steps he marched into the kitchen, where rafe was sitting with a girl friend of his.

you muttered a quiet hi and tried to pull zach away.

"what has gotten into you?" he pointed an accusing finger towards rafe's direction, who has not looked away from you yet.

he wished he could rip zach's jacket off your shoulders.

"i forgot." he shrugged, finally looking at his brother. but behind the fake nonchalant facade you could see that he was annoyed.

zach scoffed "you forgot? look at how fucking drenched she is."

you know you looked like a mess. clothes glued to your skin, water dripping down your face and you couldn't stop shaking.

he didn't give rafe the chance to answer before adding "and stop bringing girls here. you know we have a fucking rule."

rafe cast you an apologetic look but you didn't have the chance to reassure him because zach dragged you upstairs.

"c'mon love, you need to get changed or you'll catch a cold." he whispered, leading you to the bathroom "god knows how much i hate when you get sick."

after making sure the water was not too hot, he left you by yourself. you could hear a door slum downstairs, making you jump.

rafe probably left. you felt guilty, you shouldn't have made a scene.

after taking a quick shower, you walked downstairs but you were surprised to see rafe in front of you.

oh. it was all you could manage to say.

"come here. you'll get sick if you don't dry your hair." he motioned to the couch and with small uncertain steps you walked to him.

"where's your friend?" you asked him out of curiosity as you let him dry your hair.

"sent her away." he muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

after minutes of silence you whispered an apology in unison.

"why are you apologizing, sweet girl?" he asked you in disbelief. "i was an asshole. it wasn't my intention to hurt you."

and it was true. he hated himself for treating you that way but he wasn't sure he could control himself everytime he was in your presence.

if only you knew how much you affected him with only a touch of yours.

"i promise it won't happen again." he sealed the promise with a kiss on your head.

zach waited for you to fall asleep before going to confront rafe.

"i don't care about whatever were your reasons. do not hurt her again. im not going to watch, rafe. not this time. and im not going to let you win her over."

-

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[hotchsstuff]

brothers' conflict

a/n: zach maclaren and rafe cameron are brothers here.

summary: childhood sweethearts to lovers au, rafe and zach had always fought for your attention, since you were kids. but now you're adults and they want you all to themselves.

"what are you doing out here?" zach asked you, wrapping his jacket around your trembling shoulders. he frowned looking at how your lips have turned an awful purple colour.

"i was waiting for your classes to end." you managed to say through a few stutters.

"i thought rafe was taking you home." concern turned into bitterness. one unspoken rule that ruled between the two brothers was that your well-being came first. but rafe seemed to have forget that in the past few weeks. it was not the first time he forgot to take you home. he said that it slipped out of his mind but that seemed ridiculous to zach, since the three of you lived together, near the campus.

"it's alright, he probably got caught up with training." you attempted to give him a reassuring smile but zach was still frowning, fists clenched. you hated when they fought, especially because of you.

zach had always been the patient and reasonable twin, unlike rafe. when rafe made you cry, zach was there to cure your broken heart.

the ride home was tense. you dont think you've ever seen zach so upset. but he will never take his anger on you. he never did.

you gulped when you saw rafe's car parked outside the building.

you followed zach inside your house and tried to detach his attention from rafe by making futile questions.

"these flowers smell so nice, dont they?" you grabbed the sleeve of his sweater and he gave you a look.

he knew what you were trying to do "they've been there for three months, love."

with long steps he marched into the kitchen, where rafe was sitting with a girl friend of his.

you muttered a quiet hi and tried to pull zach away.

"what has gotten into you?" he pointed an accusing finger towards rafe's direction, who has not looked away from you yet.

he wished he could rip zach's jacket off your shoulders.

"i forgot." he shrugged, finally looking at his brother. but behind the fake nonchalant facade you could see that he was annoyed.

zach scoffed "you forgot? look at how fucking drenched she is."

you know you looked like a mess. clothes glued to your skin, water dripping down your face and you couldn't stop shaking.

he didn't give rafe the chance to answer before adding "and stop bringing girls here. you know we have a fucking rule."

rafe cast you an apologetic look but you didn't have the chance to reassure him because zach dragged you upstairs.

"c'mon love, you need to get changed or you'll catch a cold." he whispered, leading you to the bathroom "god knows how much i hate when you get sick."

after making sure the water was not too hot, he left you by yourself. you could hear a door slum downstairs, making you jump.

rafe probably left. you felt guilty, you shouldn't have made a scene.

after taking a quick shower, you walked downstairs but you were surprised to see rafe in front of you.

oh. it was all you could manage to say.

"come here. you'll get sick if you don't dry your hair." he motioned to the couch and with small uncertain steps you walked to him.

"where's your friend?" you asked him out of curiosity as you let him dry your hair.

"sent her away." he muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

after minutes of silence you whispered an apology in unison.

"why are you apologizing, sweet girl?" he asked you in disbelief. "i was an asshole. it wasn't my intention to hurt you."

and it was true. he hated himself for treating you that way but he wasn't sure he could control himself everytime he was in your presence.

if only you knew how much you affected him with only a touch of yours.

"i promise it won't happen again." he sealed the promise with a kiss on your head.

zach waited for you to fall asleep before going to confront rafe.

"i don't care about whatever were your reasons. do not hurt her again. im not going to watch, rafe. not this time. and im not going to let you win her over."

-

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Glen Powell Men's Health Magazine

[vestarnus]

Glen Powell and Brisket Powell Men's Health Magazine

[kindaskimpy]

[topguncortez]

THIS IS A DIRECT ATTACK ON MY LIFE I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS GLENJAMIN

[bradsthorn]

Is your screen name is the same on AO3 as it is here?

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[bradsthorn]

WONDER OF YOU | B.B. X FEMALE OC

Chapter 1: The Wonder of You

Summary: Nicolette 'Wildcard' Mitchell was shocked to get called back to North Island. Her track record was not exactly clean and most certainly not one that most would celebrate. Then she sees Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw again. Maybe it won't be all bad.

Warnings: Mentions of death, alcohol, Flashbacks to Top Gun 86, Broken Family dynamics

Word Count: 2.6K

Author Note: Hey y'all this fic is my baby and I'm excited to share this with y'all. This is cross-listed on AO3!

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“Wood.. I barely got out of being grounded, just to be sent to Top Gun. It has to be some sort of cruel punishment.” The girl was huffing as she stuffed another shirt into her bag. Nicolette Mitchell a.k.a. Wildcard, lived up to both her callsign and last name in ways that made her commanding officers grimace upon seeing her assigned to them. 

“ Or it’s for something important. They don’t just call people back like that for punishment, Nic.” The older male was shaking his head as he responded. He had basically adopted the girl — she had been his favorite kid of the class of 86’s, not that he didn’t like Bradley, but there was a special place in his heart for the brunette girl. 

“Yeah, because they send Maverick to new places for important things.” Nicolette was letting a laugh fall as she heard Hollywood hush his husband.

“No, no.. Wolf is right. They sent Maverick to .. well, anywhere he’s been sent simply because he pissed off an Admiral. Not that I did.” There was a snort being heard over the phone and then an ‘ow!’ shortly after,

“Nic.. did you piss off an Admiral?” 

“Technically, yes.  But my wingman needed me, it wasn’t my fault they didn’t fill my fuel tank up all the way.” This was a common occurrence for the girl, her wingmen, and team were always first, aircraft and herself second. So be it if it got her in trouble she valued people over the jets they were in. One lesson Maverick had been able to teach her is that your teammates are not replaceable, the jets are no matter what the Navy says. 

“So.. you pulled a Maverick?” There were a few seconds of silence before the two males could hear her zipping up the bag. 

“No. I was being a good teammate. He doesn’t know what that’s like.” There was some poison in her words, and it was clear as day to the pilot and his RIO that the relationship between the girl and her father had not gotten better. 

“I.. okay, Nic. Just.. let us know when you get here, we’d like to see you, kid.” If there was one thing Hollywood knew, it was that whatever waited for the woman on North Island, he would have pieces to pick up. 

“I will. Love ya’ll.” Once the couple had responded, she was hanging up and tossed her bag into her Thunderbird. 

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Nicolette Duke Mitchell had been accustomed to being moved around a lot, at least until she needed a stable place to be able to attend school. Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, the man that was her second father; pops as she called him, was able to stay stationary for her. While Maverick was being sent to Iraq, Bosnia, and wherever else the Navy sent him, Iceman was staying at Top Gun, raising the almost carbon copy of his wingman. Thankfully, some of the rest of the 86 class was able to pitch in. Or they at least kept her busy when they’d visit. And of course, Carole. Seeing as the two had gotten so close over the short amount of time they had together while their dads were in Top Gun, Carole couldn’t possibly keep Bradley away from Nicolette. There were plenty of phone calls, where the two toddlers mirrored each other; being sat on the counter with their respective parents keeping them steady, just chatting away like they had much to talk about. But they could do it for hours and each call ended with a “bye bradbrad.” and “bye ni.” Nic visited Brad and Carole in Tennessee for plenty of weeks in the summer and Brad would visit Nic in San Diego whenever he was able. Until he was in Maverick’s custody and then he was living with her and Ice. 

Iceman had done his best to keep the girl in contact with her father. And he pulled strings whenever necessary to get Maverick home to her. But, almost like clockwork, he was pissing off whichever admiral or higher up he could and getting sent away. What originally was described to the girl as ‘the Navy just needs him right now.’ transpired into a festering grudge towards her father – one that faded each time he came home, but grew the second he left again. 

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The Hard Deck, something you weren’t supposed to go below. That was Navy law, and anything below the hard deck was dangerous, it could damage the aircraft. This hard deck though? Could damage a person’s wall that they had spent much of their adult life building, or cause cracks in a facade. But it also held a lot of memories from the time spent in Top Gun. Something that was cherished among those that attended, and it was the best bar to go to attempt to score a free drink. 

The brunette was shutting the door to her car, a small sigh being given as she witnessed all of the other pilots entering the bar. She knew what that meant; she wasn’t getting grounded. Just a slight possibility of being sent to her death. Which, she figured the Navy wouldn’t bat an eye at, it would achieve their goal, keep the Mitchells out of the sky and run them out of the Navy. Her digits ran through her hair for a second, checking it in her mirror when her eyes fixed on the blue Bronco parked a few spots down. Holy shit. She hadn’t seen the owner of that Bronco since two deployments ago. There was almost a hop in her step as she stepped into the loud building, an easily recognizable song on the jukebox. 

If you’re lookin’ for trouble, you came to the right place. 

She shook her head, what a song to be playing when she came in. The people at Top Gun had thought she was trouble, and any higher-up that she had would probably agree with that statement. There were three people in the bar that wouldn’t agree with it; one that she hadn’t seen yet; and that was known by the fact she was still in the bar. The second was already smiling as she noticed her, sliding a beer down to her; amazed the girl hadn’t recognized the male a few feet away. And then; 

My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack.

“Mitchell… You’ve got to be shittin’ me.” Hangman. A man Nicolette knew well, but despised just as much. 

“Seresin.” There was a beat. Lips parted as she shook her head at him. It was clear that whatever this was, it was serious. Otherwise, there would’ve been no need for the number of patches she was seeing. Nicolette watched the male grab his beers and nod to someone behind her, the person paying for their drinks, she assumed. Then against her better judgment, she followed the blonde back to the group. Her eyes stuck on the Hawaiian shirt that she had entered the bar searching for. But, Hangman beat her to having the first word with him once he had changed the song. 

“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.” 

“Hangman… You look… good.” 

“Well, I am good, Rooster, I’m very good. In fact, I am too good to be true.” Nic let a quiet scoff out, head shaking. She had taken a seat at a stool behind Brad, not wanting to get in the middle of it. This wasn’t her fight, at least not yet. 

“So, anybody know what this special detachment is all about?” Nic’s brows furrowed at the man who spoke. She only knew a select few of the pilots around the pool table.

“No, mission’s a mission. They don’t confront me.” His ego hadn’t changed apparently.

“What I want to know: Who’s gonna be team leader?”  Her eyes followed the pool balls that clattered together. 

“And which one of yall has what it takes to follow me?” There it was. His ego was bigger than the state he came from. 

“Hangman, the only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave.” The woman had to take a sip of her beer to keep from chuckling loudly. Eyes meeting those of a male across the pool table, he had glasses and seemed to be the quieter one, seeing as the two on either side of him, one whom she knew; Coyote, who typically couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and the other who let a low “whoo!” out at the comment, obviously were loving this interaction. The one with the glasses was not. 

“Well, anyone who follows you is just gonna run out of fuel.” Nicolette was getting close to stepping in, 

“But that’s just you, ain’t it Rooster?” Her body inched closer to standing. 

“You’re snug on that perch, waiting for just the right moment…” And she was up, body moving quietly to stand behind the male. Hangman’s eyes trailed from the taller male to land on Nic. Almost as if his next words were for both of them, 

“That never comes.” There it was. His eyes had locked back on Brad’s after, Nic noted the small smirk that grew on Hangman’s lips. She was going to have to make herself known to Brad now. 

“Y’know Hangman, you don’t have to compensate for your lack of… well, size right now.” Head tilting, with a small smirk growing as she watched the blonde falter for a split second before his lips were moving back to his signature smirk. 

“If you wanna see how wrong you are, let me know Wildcard.” Winking at her, earning a scoff, as his attention turned back to Rooster, 

“I love this song.” And then the pair watched him walk off. Bradley’s eyes finally landed on the girl.

“Ni..” It was like he let his body relax for a second, he didn’t have to be on guard with her. He was safe with her. 

“Hey, Bradbrad…” Then arms were wrapped around her, bringing her into his chest, he didn’t know how long to hold onto her but at the moment? Time had stopped anyway so it didn’t matter. And neither could see the way the simple action between them had caused someone else’s world to stop, Maverick hadn’t seen the two of them together in years, and as he took in the Hawaiian shirt on the male’s body and arms wrapping around the female in a brightly colored red and orange shirt, it was like going back thirty years. The sight caused his heart to ache. Then Bradley’s arms were removed as he looked to the other girl who had joined them, but a hand had found its way to rest on Nicolette’s back. Maverick’s eyes burned into the pair, and for Nicolette, the fact her hair was sticking up on the back of her neck had more to do with the group of people in front of her who, while they may know her or know of her, most likely already wouldn’t want her around. Her reputation and last name — something that always held more significance than her — always preceded her.

“Well, he hasn’t changed.” Nic’s brows rose as she looked over the other girl, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace. Of course, she knew her, although there was a small negative feeling festering in her stomach as she took her in. Nicole couldn’t put into words what that feeling was, but it was prominent. 

“Nope. Sure hasn’t.” There was a small part of his accent lingering at the end of his statement, which made her lips curl up at the edges. 

“Change is a foreign concept to him.” Nicolette let the words fall, almost as if she had to prove her existence. Needed to prove something, what it was? She couldn’t tell anyone. But there was a nod given her way by Phoenix, which caused her to feel settled until more voices joined them. 

“Check it out.” The group’s eyes flickered away from the pool table to focus on the entrance, “More patches.”  Nicolette knew what that meant, that whatever was happening wouldn’t be good. 

“That’s Harvard, Yale, Ohama. Shit, that’s Fritz.” Wildcard’s green hues followed after the group and her lips pursed for a second as she scoffed, head shaking. 

“What the hell kind of mission is this?” Her brow rose at the male, Garcia was what he’d be known by until she knew his callsign, thank the US Military for name badges. 

“A suicide mission,” Nicolette mumbled, causing eyes to land on her as she mindlessly played on her phone. The other pilots around them turned to her, eyes narrowing. She didn’t think twice about what she had said, if anything she knew she was right. They don’t call back this many pilots for something any less serious than that. 

ICEDAD

ICE. 

Nic. 

You’ll never guess where I am. 

North Island?

This is why I don’t play guessing games with you

But… so is half of the goddamn navy 

That’s an exaggeration. 

Okay? And? It’s still a lot of people. 

And?

Brad is here. 

I know. 

So you knew i was here?

Got briefed on it. 

Someone else is there though. 

And the conversation was over once Nic heard the bell ring. Either someone else was paying for their drinks or 

“OVERBOARD! OVERBOARD! OVERBOARD!” The girl’s head tilted, phone slipping back into her pocket as she shook her head, eyes locking with Bradley’s at the piano. It was second nature for her to find her way to the instrument. She had spent so many years with the male just hanging out while he played or learned to play.

The toddler was kicking her feet in her father’s lap. Her head tilted to the side as she watched the two blonde women on the other side of her. Nicolette had very little patience in her tiny body and barely sat still - as would be expected from Maverick’s kid. Her fingers wrapped around a fry, that quickly went flying to hit the woman in a white blouse. Giggles were fast to leave tiny lips afterward, Maverick himself having to fight off a laugh. Then once Carole – who Nic adored – had smiled at her, Nic was done and trying to wiggle out of Maverick’s hold. She wanted to go sit with the guy at the piano with the colorful shirt. She liked him a whole lot, he would put her in the sky when he picked her up, and he flew her around sometimes, she loved it. Not to mention the kid on top of the piano who was her newfound best friend. Finally, her dad was heading over there with her, setting her down on the bench to stand, Nic’s hands reaching to try to grab the hat off of the piano – Goose’s hat, but one hand was grabbed by her father to twirl her – as carefully as possible, as the two men sang;

“You shake my nerves, and you rattle my brain…” 

Bradley had an arm wrapped around the woman’s waist as his fingers created the familiar tune on the piano; Nic let a soft laugh out as he glanced up at her with a mischievous twinkle in his puppy dog browns, 

“Thinkin’ ‘bout your love drives a man insane, you broke my will, oh what a thrill, goodness, gracious, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!”  

The two were a splitting image of something Maverick had never thought he’d see again, and now watching the group of young pilots around the piano and the two on the bench, there was no way he couldn’t teach this mission. They had to come home. If not for him or the families any of them may have had, they had to come home for each other.

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