A SECOND CHANCE
WOW: Toy. Everything deserves a second chance – even plastic soldiers
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
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They were just plastic soldiers.
Little green dudes, two inches high, all jumbled into a dog-eared cardboard box.
They used to belong to Owen, but Jody had never been able to throw them away, so in a moment of weakness, she'd passed them on to Dean.
Now they were busy re-enacting the Battle of Lexington. They'd already rebuilt the bridge on the River Kwai, retaken Iwo Jima and would soon be lining up against those Limey bitches in the War of Independence.
They might only be secondhand toys, but Jody had wanted them to live on.
Dean was happy to oblige.
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