Chapter 8
Hey guys, hope you're enjoying this book so far. As this is the first chapter that I haven't pre-written it is going to be my usual 7-8 word document pages long instead of the 10-11 even 12 pages they have been so far.
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20th February 1917 – Private First Class Daniel Murillo's p.o.v
"Danny wake up," Jorel says, sounding frightened. Why would Jay be scared? He is afraid of nothing, at least nothing that I know of. I open my eyes and look at him. I don't know what the time is, but I don't think we are late. "He's okay Jay. It's just taken him a while to wake up from the whole thing," Rigo says. I have no idea what they are talking about. Jay plays with my hair and smiles when he realises that I am looking at him. "What happened?" I ask my brother. Something about this seems familiar, I think this has happened before. I have some brain damage after all the years of beatings. "You stopped breathing for a moment," Rigo explains. That makes sense to me now. It does happen randomly and often when I am sleeping. I sit up and Jorel hugs me tightly. I hug him back and he smiles.
"I forgot how scary that was. Sorry Danny," Jay tells me. To be fair on Jorel, it has been a while since the last episode, and I would never blame him for the way he feels. The others look shocked and relieved. I know it is the first time that Matt, Jordon and Dylan have seen this. "It's okay Jorel, even I have forgotten to that it happens to me, it has been a while. I would never blame you for the way you feel," I tell him. I am going to have to explain some more to our new friends about my health. Rigo pulls me onto his lap protectively. "Danny has some brain damage from the beatings. It is the main reason he stops breathing sometimes, but it doesn't really affect him otherwise," Rigo explains. They know about father hurting me and they hate him as much as Jorel, George, Rigo and I do.
"Oh god, at least we can deal with it next time if you are not there," Jordon says. We have been here for a month now and I trust my new friends with my life. I hate how my father is still affecting my daily life and the bastard isn't even here physically. "Yeah, you guys know enough first aid to help," George says. It is nearly breakfast time. Rigo does not want to let me go. "I hate you father. I would seriously hurt him if I saw him," Jordon says, and I know for a fact the others would be in full agreement with him. I know of a few other people who would be willing and ready to hurt my father at a moments notice. "It feels good to be bale to talk about it freely," I say, and I am sure Rigo would agree. It's definitely a weight off my chest.
"Danny is right, it feels so good to get the abuse off our chest. It is nice to have someone who will listen and let us share our experience," Rigo says, resting his chin on my head. It wasn't weird to us, we do it all the time. We are definitely close brothers despite all attempts father made to turn us against each other. "We will always be here to listen to you. You don't have to worry or hide how you truly feel anymore," Dylan says. I am so glad I have met all these people. I feel like mine and Rigo's mental wellbeing will be a lot better from now on. I hear the sound of boots on the frosty winter ground, that means it is breakfast time. "Yum breakfast," Jordon says, trying to pull on his boots as quickly as possible.
He still had the layer of polish on the boot, we usually take that off after we have eaten breakfast so that they are the freshest and shiniest they can be before morning parade. It has helped gain us a very good reputation with some of the adults who are in charge. We're often the best presentable recruits on parade. We keep ourselves clean and well shaven and our uniform is as spotless as it can get. I know that our uniform is never going to be as perfect as the day it was issued to us, but if we can get even a little bit close to that standard then we are good to go. I don't see why they bother so much if it just gets muddy, bloody, torn and destroyed on the battlefield anyways which is where 90% of us will end up going.
"Are you sure that you didn't sign up just for the food?" I ask Jordon. He is the only one that has not complained once about the food out of everyone who joined a month ago. I don't complain because it is a meal at the end of the day. "No, the food Is just a bonus for me," he replies. He is one of the ones who doesn't really have a lot of money left after the main bills have been paid for luxuries. Some of the food we have had in the army would have felt like a luxury 5 star meal to some of the men here. Jorel insists that he has to put my boots on me for me. I do not mind him doing this today. It will give him some of the peace he needs. Today we are being put in our squads officially and those squads are the ones we will stay in for the rest of our time here and beyond.
Jorel is worried about this because he thinks we aren't going to be in the same squad. I don't know if we will be, but it is no big deal if we aren't. We will still live in the same billet that we have been in since the beginning and we can still spend time together. They want squads to have a good mix of skills and ability levels so I might not even be with anyone in our friendship group. "Don't worry Jay," I whisper. Today seems like it is going to be a day of worrying for Jorel and I am not really keen on that. "I am more worried about you to be honest Danny," Jay tells me. it is something that was in the back of my mind. "It is not like they will move us out of our billet or anything Jay," I tell him, trying to make him feel better.
The current living arrangements have been working out fine and I don't see them really wanting to mess with that currently. "I know, I just do not want you to be lonely is all," he tells me. a completely justified concern, especially since I have been a little afraid of being alone at the moment. "Don't worry, I have managed to make sure one of you will be with Danny. I could not pick who though," Rigo says, making Jorel feel more at ease. I have faith that everything will work out fine in the end. I know there is not a lot Rigo can do in terms of assisting me as a brother would. The officers would not give me an easy pass on many things. They have to at least show on the outside that they are fair to all the recruits.
One thing they have allowed though is for us to have notebooks to use as we see fit. I have used it to start writing the book about all the abuse Rigo, Kyle and I have been through. This way there is a written record of all the abuse I have suffered. I am worried that I would be killed before I can tell my story. I would love for my mother to get my book when I die. I hate the fact that it is a not a question of if I die by my father's hand. I am not afraid of dying at all, at least not anymore I am not. Either I will be killed in the army or killed when I come home to my family since we know father hates me. After we eat breakfast we get ready to go onto parade because that usually follows straight after breakfast.
We make sure our boots are nice and shiny. Like I have mentioned before we are known for being the best presented billet and we intend to keep that trend up for as long as we can do. This is also going to be the last time that we form up for the morning briefing in our billet squads. From tomorrow morning onwards we will be forming in our squads that we will continue training in. We've all been promoted to Private 2 or Private First Class. Surprisingly, none of my friends were mad that I was the only one so far in the group to make it to PFC rank. I know they will get there soon enough. They are also working really hard and that is paying off for them. They will be promoted quite quickly once the Drill Sergeant see how hard they work.
The morning starts off with the usual drills. We have our uniforms inspected like usual. They have a new man in charge of the morning parade today. I could tell when they asked me if I felt okay because I looked pale. My skin tone is naturally very pale in the winter time. I tell him that I am fine, and it was natural for my skin tone to be this pale in the winter. He accepts it and moves on to Matt who is standing next to me. Even though we have been here for a month, some of them are still not comfortable with how close these Drill Sergeants get to their face. Matt is one of them and I can't reassure him yet because I might get into trouble. He did well though, he passed inspection just as I had done.
Now it is the time we have been slightly dreading. The time where we will be divided up into the squads which we will be spending the rest of our training days with. Jordon leaves our group first and Matt gets put with him minutes later. Jorel gets put into another squad which leaves just Dylan and I to be put into squads. I feel like I am going to be on my own. Dylan is going to be put into a squad with Jorel I know it. Then I am put into a squad with Brody and the look on the other man's face was priceless. After what seemed like forever Dylan was sent to join the same squad as me. Then within our squads we are paired up with our Battle buddies and I kept in the relief when mine was Dylan. I feel sorry for Jorel being on his own, but I know that he can make friends easily.
Now it is time for our morning hour of Physical Training. Today we are going to pe practising like usual but learning how to run in squads and make sure that none of your team mates fall behind. I was grateful that PT was the only thing Brody seems to be good at currently. It is going to be a long day that much I could say for definite. We will be having lessons in an hour's time and that is where I feel Brody is going to struggle more. He is not the sharpest tool in the box. I already knew that before I had out run him when I could do PT for the first time. Rigo does share a lot which he probably shouldn't with me, but I keep it secret. That is how I know so much about Brody without actually talking to the man.
The lessons go painstakingly slow but eventually lunch time came around. We are allowed to sit at the same tables with the same people as we had been doing up until now, which for Dylan and I is a god send. Jorel was happy to be back with us as well, as he hugged me tightly when we got to the table. "Bad morning all round then?" George asks us. Dylan and I shrug, it hasn't been that bad for us really. "Not really George, just dealing with some stupid people," Dylan says, and I nod. Jordon and Matt had a better time, they got on well with their squad members. Jorel was more inclined to agree with us and wished he could be moved to join me and Dylan or to join Jordon and Matt. George said to wait a while first because everyone is adjusting, and they might be getting through some things which would smooth themselves out.
I know not everyone is going to get along in their squads straight away. This is basically a huge shake up for everyone and not everyone has the opportunity to be placed in the same squad as their best friend. They will be quite rightfully feel pissed off and angry about it, but there is nothing that anyone can do about it because they are most likely keeping these squads the way they are that nothing is not really going to change. We have to learn to get along with people who we wouldn't ordinarily get along with. That is just part of the army life. We lose our individuality when we join the army and we have to accept that. "I know, I think I have found someone who is even more of an idiot than Brody is," Jorel tells us.
"Damn, I didn't even think that was possible," Dylan says, and I crack up laughing. I hope to God Brody wasn't paying attention. Not that I wouldn't mind fighting him even though I would definitely end up in trouble. I calmed down, and Jorel just shook his head at me. I did make him laugh a little bit, so I was not the crazy man laughing. We weren't the only table laughing either, which was good, and we didn't look like complete lunatics. We have roughly five hours of lessons now before dinner. That means five more hours getting used to our new squads. Five hours of hell in my opinion. I kinda wished we were back in the early days where the five of us would be in the same group as each other and not have to worry about being separated.
Brody was certainly not happy when the Drill Sergeant chose Dylan and I as the example Battle buddies for the day's lesson. We were chosen because we both showed the most team work out of our squadron and the Drill Sergeant wants to make an example of the standard he wants out of us. Each Drill Sergeant has a goal that the squadron they are in charge of is crown the best in the whole camp. It is not going to happen if Brody decides that a toddler tantrum is appropriate every time something doesn't go the way he wants it to. it doesn't just make him look bad; it makes the entire squadron look bad which is something that the Drill Sergeant is keen on stamping out as quickly as possible. We all have to act and be mature here.
We are having a revision session on first aid before we move onto the next section of the training which would get us through our next phase. Dylan and I were good at everything. A lot of first aid things were common sense. For example, when you find someone unconscious you put them into the recovery position so that they don't choke should they throw up or something like that. It was shocking to the Drill Sergeant that Brody had even passed the tests as he struggled to place his Battle buddy into the recovery position. The Drill Sergeant had come up to us in private while we were practising CPR on dummies and asked us about Brody. We were honest and let him know that we did not know much, and he was probably better off asking my brother or George.
"I keep forgetting that you're the younger brother of Sergeant Major Murillo. If I am being honest with you, you both look like twins," he tells me. I decide to take that as a compliment. I am sure if they put Kyle, Rigo and I together in the same room they would consider us to be triplets. "It's not the first time someone has said that about us," I tell him. Then we stop the chit chat so we can get on with the rest of the lesson and then move along to the next one. Today is the first day that we are on a new timetable, we don't have a second PT session anymore which to some would be a relief. I am sure as we are put into more specialised training squads some will be given that second session back. That would be for those who would be more suited to frontline fighters and not behind the scenes intelligence gathering or roles like that.
I could see Brody being sent back and working in an armaments factory making the guns or the bullets. I know that that is the option they have if they feel like the recruit is not doing well and would do better in the factories then that is where they would be sent. Each lesson seems like torture as we keep being asked by new teachers how the hell Brody has made it this far. Even Dylan and I am starting to question how the fuck Brody has made it this far. Thank god none of these guns are actually loaded and we are not dealing with live rounds yet. I am kinda scared that he is going to shot one of us if he gets the chance and it won't be with malicious intent. This kid is dangerous, he keeps aiming at the guy who is trying to teach him.
I was supressing memories from my childhood again with this lesson. I have been basically through this before from the age of 5. I didn't use the rifles that we are using now, mainly because those did not exist back then. We used one of my father's shotguns to practice the proper positions and how to aim and even shot at paper targets. If he was in a particular mood then it would be a chicken or a rabbit that we would shoot. As a kid I hated it, I didn't understand why that had to happen. "Are you okay there Danny?" Dylan asks, whispering to me because we shouldn't call each other by our first names while we do this. "Yeah, I'll explain at dinner though," I tell him. I know it didn't make sense, but it made sense to Dylan at least.
"Fair enough Dan," Dylan whispers. Then as the Drill Sergeant comes closer he asks me a little louder about how he is positioned and if he should change it or not. "Looks good to me Alvarez. Just make sure that you're comfortable while you do this because you could be here for a while," I tell him. The Drill Sergeant seems to approve of what I had said. "Murillo is right. You have the perfect position there," the sergeant says, and we both smile. This is a good lesson for us, it is also relatively easy for us as well. It seems like the little bits of practice in between sessions has paid off. The rest of the lesson went better for us for sure. We enjoyed it way more now that the Drill Sergeant realised how advanced we are.
The last lesson before dinner was boring because we had literally learned this stuff we were apparently learning again just three days ago. It think this Drill Sergeant had literally just arrived on camp within the last few days or else he would have known this. To be fair it is probably the first time for Brody who paid attention after the Drill Sergeant literally screamed "PAY ATTENTION" to his face. I so wish Jordon was here to see that. He would never believe me when I tell him at dinner even with Dylan backing me up. We couldn't laugh even if we wanted to which believe me we wanted to, but also didn't want to get screamed at. He is the kind of drill instructor where he will probably scream at us if we cough or something like that.
Dinner was good because it was announced that it was going to be Drill Sergeant time after this as well as mail call. I was excited for mail call the most because it should be time that we get any replies from the letters that we had sent home. We didn't need to talk to our main Drill Sergeant because he had come up to us while we were eating and did it then. "Anyways as I was saying we have a really fun story to tell you," Dylan says, once the Drill Sergeant had left. I know which story he was going to tell, and that Jordon was going to love it. "We had a new Drill Sergeant teach us about how important teamwork is going to be going forward. Brody was not paying attention at all until the Drill Sergeant literally screamed pay attention in his face," Dylan says.
"Really? Oh man I wish I could have been there," Jordon says. I had nodded when Jordon asked really. I wish they all could have been there to see that. It would have been a lot funnier for them if they were actually there to see it for themselves. "Yeah, it would have been funnier if you were there. Then again there was a high risk of you being screamed at too because I don't think that he would have liked it if someone laughed at the situation," I explain. It was just a basic observation I had made which according to the guys my observational skills are essentially a super power. "Yeah from what I have heard from people who were in other camps that man is ruthless and the best of the best," Rigo says.
"Makes sense if we have to be a certain type of guy to make it high up in the army. If we can prove ourselves then maybe we will be Drill Sergeants screaming in recruits faces," Jorel says. You have to be prepared to scream in the army. If you are on the battlefield and there are bullets being fired and bombs exploding you can't quietly give your commands to your fellow comrades. You have to scream them as loud as possible in the hopes of being heard. It is something I have to get used to as well, people shouting, and screaming does scare me still and triggers some memories. I hope the instructors won't yell at me for my jumpy nature. It will get better eventually; it is just right now it is a little hard.
Straight after dinner is Drill Sergeant time like I mentioned before. Since Dylan and I had a brief question and answer session with our Drill Sergeant we go straight to get our mail. I had the envelope with my handwriting that I had left for mother in case she didn't know what the address of the camp was. Luckily they didn't recognise the handwriting as being mine when they handed it to me, they had already told someone off for giving the address to their friend. I can understand why they are more nervous about the address being kept a secret. Anyone on the enemy side can intercept these letters and get the address to use to their advantage. "I love the look on new recruits faces when they get their first letter from home," Rigo says.
He was standing by the officer handing out the letters who just stuck his hand to the right with Rigo's reply. "Yeah, but at the same time I hate the disappointment on the faces of those who do not get one for whatever reason. It is not my fault if your parents can not write back to you or it has not come in yet," Officer McQueen says. It is fair enough; he gets a lot of abuse from recruits who don't get mail even though he only gets handed what the higher ups get from the guards at the front gates. He doesn't have the power to make some of the parents reply. "Definitely, we're blessed to have literate parents," Rigo says. I see out of the corner of my eye the luck of disgust on his face when he says parents.
I don't think a lot of Rigo's friends know about what went on at home. There was the guy who was in the car with us, but other than him I don't think I have heard anyone mention it. Then again, it is something you would rather hide from people. It is why no one else outside of the five people in our billet and that one guy is going to know about it. You are giving them a weakness to exploit if you tell them "oh my father enjoys beating the crap out of me at home." I wonder if father ever writes to Rigo to keep up this façade he has with the army that he is this amazing father who has encouraged his children to fight for their country.
I overheard one of the Sergeant Majors who had gotten off the train yesterday mention how proud my father was of two Murillo boys being in the army. I was glad that he decided to not blow my cover. Apparently he mourns my death when he is at work, any excuse to get out of the tasks he doesn't want to do I guess. That Sergeant Major came up to Rigo and I when we were standing by the table waiting to be told we can go for personal time. "Sergeant Major Murillo, could I ask you and your brother a personal question?" he asks us. I didn't have my Private First Class rank badge yet. If they are going through the ranks quickly then there isn't much point in it. "Sure, you don't mind do you Dan?" Rigo asks, and I shake my head to say that I didn't mind.
"What's the deal with your father? When we were in Los Angeles a few days ago someone asked how his children were doing and he was happy when he mentioned you, Kyle and Lisa but as soon as he mentioned you he broke down in tears saying that you had died and he missed you," he said, point to Rigo for the first you and then me for the rest. Credit where credit is due, father is an incredibly good actor. "Don't say you heard it from me, but he does acid. Danny got attacked just before he left for camp by some crazy homeless dude and father saw him lying on the cot bed and thought he had died," Rigo says, a story which would be totally believable because most of the officers know I was attacked but no one knows who did it.
"Yeah, he needs to lay off the acid then. I am not gonna say anything, but it had been bugging me since I saw your father and just how bat shit crazy he has become. No wonder they aren't letting him back out on the front," the officer says. It is nice to know someone else thinks our father is just as crazy as we do. "Yeah, I think it was the front that messed him up to begin with and then the acid made it worse," I say. I felt comfortable enough to talk to this guy. He seems nice enough and trustworthy. At least he has come to talk to us about his opinions on our father instead of going behind our back as some people have already done. I would rather have people tell me stuff like that to my face instead of keeping it to themselves.
Dylan tackled me to the floor when we got back into the billet and we started play wrestling. Jorel was jealous because I wasn't wrestling with him like we usually do as brothers. Rigo was freaking out inside because he was worried about the scars on my back even though I am fully healed now. "Damn it Dylan, I told you to tackle Matt not Danny," Jordon complains when I get up. I shrug and go to tackle Jorel because I knew that was what he was waiting for. "Okay fine, but I wanted to tackle Danny too," Dylan says and goes back to his position. "Dylan you should know only Jorel gets to tackle Danny like that. It's brother code," George says, he was reading his book again. Maybe I should take up reading again.
"No fair," Dylan whines, but is soon distracted by Matt walking in. I just shake my head and laugh as Matt screams like a girl as he falls to the floor being pinned by our Mexican friend. You would think that with Matt's naturally deep voice he would have a deep scream, but apparently when he is being scared by Dylan he doesn't. I haven't read the letter from mother, maybe I should. Then again I would get sad because I miss her a lot. "Don't worry Dan, it's okay to miss mother," Jorel whispers. I had been twirling the envelope in my hands and considering whether or not I should open it and read it's contents. Rigo sits down next to me and puts his arm around my shoulder. That was the confidence I needed.
13th February 1917
Dearest son,
I apologise for my first letter to you being so short. However there is not a lot to update you on with what is going on back home. Lisa Marie and I are doing fine and have not been harmed at all. He has been busy training in the factories now and has been going to the pub almost daily since the day you left. He doesn't show any remorse for hurting you, but then again we knew that was going to be the case. We are going to be letting him know that we are letting Rigo know that you have passed away tonight. I wish I could capture the reaction for you, but that would be too suspicious. He would know that something was up if he saw me with a camera. He is dumb in a lot of ways but not that way to give the bastard some credit.
The plan is working so far, he does believe that you have been killed by him and are buried in our back yard. I have not seen him mourn though; I am not expecting to either. Although, I wouldn't put it past him to pretend to mourn the loss of you while he is in work. It is almost like he lives a different life when he is in work. some of the colleagues he has have been telling me while we have been going to sign Lisa up for the nursing training. I have been crying over you leaving for the last month anyways, so it was natural for them to believe I was mourning losing you when I showed up to his work all teary eyed. It is strange to think that he is more caring of me when he is in work but is very ready to yell at me when we are home.
I feel like I am going to lose more as this war goes on. I know that the war is not going to end any time soon. it is already risky having Kyle out on the frontline and I feel like you, Rigo and Jorel are going to end up on the frontline before the end of the year. It just seems like something that is going to be inevitable you know? I should not really be talking about the war like this, but you know Germany is not going to go down without a fight. They are a pretty powerful army, there is no denying that. They are worthy opponents and I will be proud of you should you and your brother join Kyle on the frontlines. I am already proud of you both regardless.
You have faced so much in your lives and you have become the strongest, bravest and the most perfect gentlemen a mother could ask for. Even if all that had not happened to you I would still be as immensely proud of you as I am right now. Keep your head up my boy, greater things are on the way for you.
With all the love in the world
Mother
I almost broken down in tears at the end of the letter. I knew I was going to get emotional because I am a mother's boy. It is pretty much impossible to be a father's boy at this point in my life. Rigo pulled me into a tight hug and I tried to get hold of my emotions. "Don't forget it's okay to cry Danny. You have been through hell this last month or so. It is perfectly fine to let out your emotions," Dylan tells me. I shook my head; I have cried enough over the last month, so I don't have to get upset again. Rigo plays with a stray strand of my hair and I was not sure if they were trying to convince me that crying is worth it. "Dan, come with me," Rigo says, putting me in Jorel's arms for a moment as he got up to go wherever he is going.
It turns out he had gone to his room and I followed him. He closed the door behind him, so I know more now what he is doing. He is going to let me cry in private. "Come here Danny," Rigo says, with that caring fatherly tone he has used since I was small. It made me walk straight into his arms and start sobbing my heart out. "Rigo I hate this so much," I tell him, hoping he could understand me through my sobs. He wraps his arms around me and rubs my back in comfortably rubbing my back. "I know buddy. I know that it hurts, and you miss mother so much. It's gonna be okay, I can see if I can get you a sneaky phone call with mother," he tells me, and all I can do is nod. It would be nice to hear her voice.
"Only if it doesn't get you into trouble," I tell him. I had started calming down now and I felt better now that I had cried. "I know it won't Danny. I am gonna give up my phone call for you," he tells me. He ever so gently wipes the tears from my eyes and puts his hands on my shoulder as he walks out of the room and we go past the guys with him telling them I am fine. We go out of the billet and to the office where the phone is. Someone asks why I am there, and he told them the truth, that he wanted to give up his phone call for me. They accepted it, because it still looked like I had been crying. I didn't have time to wash my face. Rigo starts the call in case it is father that picks up the phone and not mother.
"Hello father, I would like to speak to mother if at all possible. I got her letter today," he tells him, and I could hear father stammer as he tried to come up with an answer. In mother's letter she wrote it like she would have done if I was at home and died. I wish I could have seen his face. Then I hear mother's voice on the receiver as Rigo massages my shoulders. "Rigo?" Mother says, and I look up to my older brother. It felt instantly better hearing her voice. "Hello mother," Rigo says, and I listen as they briefly talk about the letter. "I'm gonna put Dan on the phone. He's been quite upset today," he tells her. There was no way that father could listen in on the phone unless he was right next to mother like I was with Rigo right now.
"Yeah that's okay. He's gone to the pub," I hear mother say and then the phone was passed over to me. "Danny," mother says, and I almost start crying again. Rigo was still massaging my shoulders and looking to get my mood and to change what he is doing to make me happier. "I miss you," I tell her. At least I could hear her voice again. "I miss you too darling. I am proud of you though," she replies, and we talk for ten minutes before we have to leave before it is lights out time. "Thank you so much Rigo," I tell him as we walk back to our billet. I definitely felt a lot better now that I have spoken to mother. "You're welcome baby brother. I am glad that I could help you and make you happier," Rigo tells me.
I went back to the billet and hugged Jorel. "I'm glad whatever you just did made you happier," Jorel tells me. Rigo was also on cloud nine as we got ready for bed and put a fresh layer of polish on our boots. "I let him have a quick chat with mother on the phone," Rigo explains. I was happy as Jorel stayed with me as I was dozing off. "That's good. Danny deserves some happiness after the hell he has suffered lately," I hear Dylan say. It felt nice to hear someone else are about me like that even if they did think I was fast asleep at the time. "He does, I wish I could do more to make him happier," Rigo says. Little does my brother know that he is already doing everything to make me happier. Him just being around me is enough.
And that is the end of chapter 8. I hope you enjoyed. Let me know what ya think and I'll see ya next time.
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