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I lost my other entry, holy crap.

The fourth night every man,
Nerve-tortured, racked to exhaustion,
Slept, muttering and twitching,
While the shells crashed overhead.

How's my driving? Got any questions, concerns, thoughts, inputs? Please feel free to leave me a message here. Anon allowed.

Teal dear

[ Blowing into cupped hands. ] Nippy out.

[ Finger to lips. ] D'you hear that?

[ Trying to shield lighter from rain. ]

Feels weird being back in America.

&&&&

Back to the basics

What's this about gold hotpants?

... Not for all the tea in China, love.

[ Quietly sketching across back of napkin. ]

[ Cigarette. Coffee cup. Cleaning his gun. ]