nothing says 'I love you'
like a cold shower
and a bottle of whiskey.
It seemed as though we had stood to attention so as to save the expanse of grass from being covered in dew. However as Major Marty released a hidden grin all the members of platoon 37 realised tht today was a special day and that not one of us was going to enjoy the presence of the new mechanical monstrosity that lay, posited, behind us.
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