with razors to shave
it ain’t gonna be the same. coming home is supposed to be somethin’ fine; these boys, these boys were all waiting in line for the letters that kept them alive all those years. band of brothers. doc roe. post-points, hints of bastogne. 1270 words, pg13.

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we’ll write memories of us somewhere
It ain’t what he’s gotta do, it’s what he’s doin’. there’s always that one man, the one with the story that folds neatly in his pocket. he’ll never tell a soul. band of brothers. doc roe. doc roe/renée. bastogne. 1562 words, r.

for falseeeyelashes. since we stared at the same time. *g*

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