Excerpts from 'The Army Field Guide… (A to Z)'
Summary: Amongst the Officers of the Very Distinguished Borogravian Army a battered volume can be found stuffed ready to hand in the top of packs, or folded into greatcoat pockets. It has proved invaluable in any number of scenarios, providing advice and occasionally life-saving manoeuvres when faced with an enemy of intelligence. This is not that slightly foxed tome. This is something completely different.
Disclaimer: Terry Pratchett owns the characters and the world they live on. Author is grateful for all the brilliant books and makes no claim of ownership in any way.
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The Army Field Guide to Justice: (100 words.)
"Coffee, Sergeant?"
"I don't deserve you."
The steaming cup sits beside her where Polly has just deposited it. The scent of coffee, that beautiful aroma that does such strange things to her insides, drifts up carried in tendrils of water vapour.
"You are an idiot. A daft coffee addicted idiot and I don't know why I even like you at all." But there's laughter behind the words and Polly freely adds a squeeze of strong arms and a kiss before vanishing and leaving her to the dratted reports.
No really. I don't deserve you. I never deserved you.
Thank you.
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