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"Goddamn it Paul, You said you were going to replace the medications in the case and now we're out of D50W!" He said, unaware of the individual behind him, mistaking him for Paul as David kept looking through the medications case. "AND we're out of morphine. God damn it Paul!"

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☱ I wonder if Jean has something written about me? >u>

OMFG MARCO OF COURSE I DO

Dear Diary,

When I woke up this morning, Marco was already gone. The bunk felt empty without him. I’m not going to lie, half of me wanted to wake up to him, to open my eyes and see that beatific smile like I always have, every single morning. Half of me was glad he was gone.

I don’t know what to say to him after last night. What do you say to your best friend after you spend a night like that together? I can’t even blame anything on some sort of altered state: not fatigue, not extreme and utter inebriation, just ... nothing. I wanted it. He wanted it. But what the fuck are we supposed to do now?

I don’t know if this is ever going to happen again. I don’t know if I should bring it up to him or pretend it never happened. If I knew how he felt, I could handle it. No matter how he felt. I could handle it, I can pretend everything is ok. But I don’t know anything. And the last thing I want to do is fuck everything up.

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((You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away. Send this to ten blogs you love and will always follow ❤))

[ ILY Twinneh. You gd goober. ]

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(( Das ist mir so süß-- <3 ))

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thesoldierofreason SAID: I LOVE YOUR CRACK BBY. ITS QUALITY CRACK >U>

YES I DO HAVE A QUALITY CRACK

-shot-

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"Marco... not you, too..."

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{ } Putting the wooden crate down at his feet, Alex raised an arm to wipe away the sweat that was collecting on his forehead with the back of his hand. It was hot inside the walls, unusually so. The raven had discarded his jacket a long time ago, with his sleeves rolled up, he had continued to bring various things from the HQ or the market to the festival ground. Somebody had the suggestion of hosting a 'after-harvest' celebration, to lift the spirits of the soldiers. It was a nice change of pace, a much welcomed distraction from the nightmare waiting outside the walls, nevertheless there was one thing irritating the raven.

Why did the training squad have to prepare the whole thing? They were soldiers too. A displeased sigh left his lips as he turned around waking towards the wooden hut that was serving as their store room during these three days. Picking up another box, this time filled with carrots, Alexander set off for the kitchen. The opening ceremony was going to be held in less than two hours and everyone was busy. The trainees were all scurrying around, resembling an art colony. Here and there were some members of the Garison who had been assigned to supervise the work of the newbies.

With large steps Alexander headed for the kitchen, hoping that he would get a glass of water once he got there. Nevermind the kitchen was a mess, when he opened the door the smell of food together with the heat of the fire hit him hard. Stumbling a few steps back the raven didnt really know how to continue from there. There wasn't a single person who wasnt busy, some were cutting, others were washing, yet others were towering above the contents of pots with a concentrated expression.

Noticing something hitting his back, cerulean optics glanced back at the other person with the crate filled with potatoes.

At least he wasnt alone in this matter.