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Simmons: Oh crap, I'm out. Give me some ammunition, Grif.
Grif: Me? I don't have any extra, I'm down to one bullet.
Simmons: Wha.. how can that be? You're the one who carries all the extra rounds in to battle.
Grif: Wait, since when?
Simmons: Since the last staff meeting.
Grif: We actually talk about stuff in those things? I just fall asleep inside my helmet.
Simmons: Well, you missed your job assignment, and now we have no ammo.
Grif: What's your job?
Simmons: Me? I'm the Social Chairman.
Sarge: Grif. Me and Treasurer Donut are empty. We need some clips.
Simmons: Hey Grif, you remember that one bullet you have left? I thought of the perfect way you can use it.
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Yeah, today made me think of that. Jon, Kayla, Colin and I all partook in playing with guns. Well... Jon and Colin played with guns. It was my job to carry the rounds. :p They shot the SKS and the Mosin Nagant. Whoo for guns, M I RITE?!
I even got to strap cool ammo holders from the '60s to my belt. I felt like a champ!
Oh yeah, Jon got those dumb whiteout contacts.
Also, since I can't say it to his face. I'm going to write it here.
Dear Jon,
I love you so much. I just don't know why I can't tell you this in person. When those three words come across my mind I just freeze. I'm not afraid of rejection... I know you feel the same way. I can see it in the way you smile at me the entire time I'm around you, the way you look at me even when I'm not talking to you. I can tell by the way you call me when you get home, just so I can rest assured you made it safely. Why do I have to be such a wimp?
Honestly! You've done so much for me, and it just hurts me to not be able to tell you how I feel. You were the person to make things better when I was depressed for over a year... you take care of me, something a boyfriend in the past has never done. And 8 months of being treated like your princess, I still can't say it. Maybe I'll get the nerves tomorrow.
You'll never read this, but it will help me sleep.
I love you,
Tiffany
Grif: Me? I don't have any extra, I'm down to one bullet.
Simmons: Wha.. how can that be? You're the one who carries all the extra rounds in to battle.
Grif: Wait, since when?
Simmons: Since the last staff meeting.
Grif: We actually talk about stuff in those things? I just fall asleep inside my helmet.
Simmons: Well, you missed your job assignment, and now we have no ammo.
Grif: What's your job?
Simmons: Me? I'm the Social Chairman.
Sarge: Grif. Me and Treasurer Donut are empty. We need some clips.
Simmons: Hey Grif, you remember that one bullet you have left? I thought of the perfect way you can use it.
---
Yeah, today made me think of that. Jon, Kayla, Colin and I all partook in playing with guns. Well... Jon and Colin played with guns. It was my job to carry the rounds. :p They shot the SKS and the Mosin Nagant. Whoo for guns, M I RITE?!
I even got to strap cool ammo holders from the '60s to my belt. I felt like a champ!
Oh yeah, Jon got those dumb whiteout contacts.
Also, since I can't say it to his face. I'm going to write it here.
Dear Jon,
I love you so much. I just don't know why I can't tell you this in person. When those three words come across my mind I just freeze. I'm not afraid of rejection... I know you feel the same way. I can see it in the way you smile at me the entire time I'm around you, the way you look at me even when I'm not talking to you. I can tell by the way you call me when you get home, just so I can rest assured you made it safely. Why do I have to be such a wimp?
Honestly! You've done so much for me, and it just hurts me to not be able to tell you how I feel. You were the person to make things better when I was depressed for over a year... you take care of me, something a boyfriend in the past has never done. And 8 months of being treated like your princess, I still can't say it. Maybe I'll get the nerves tomorrow.
You'll never read this, but it will help me sleep.
I love you,
Tiffany