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I’ll say it right out, I knorong, but I have no intention of stopping It’s like looking through aat another person’s soul, a delicate person, someone you could learn to love, if you were not a monster like myself

Now, in the back of Danny’s sketchbook, I have started s Words come to me, I find, in an easy way, as if all this ti after a deep sleep You slide into consciousness wondering where you are, who you are, and what day it is

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The Sergeant

I’ve been going to White Rock Camp five weeks now and have found the job pleasant and , as people in Liberty had implied My cases, for the most part, are scrapes and bruises, headaches and sprains, a bad burn from the kitchen and frequent cases of bronchitis

At noon today a sharp-looking fellow of about thirty-five walked into the clinic, leaned on the doorframe, and took in the infir" when all the men wear the same khaki uniform, but it’s the way he wears it, his shirt tucked in and his pants low on his slim hips, his army hat cocked to one side

Boodean clicks his heels, salutes, and backs up against the wall to give the olderfor dinner Can you coe soulful eyes and wide grin of Fred Astaire, and I half expect him to do a slow slide across the wooden floor with his hands out and then twirl at the end, but he takes a seat in Boodean’s chair and stretches out his long legs

"Afraid I can’t wait, miss I’m an L-E-M" He spells it out, as if it’s a word he doesn’t want to say in front of Boodean "I’e of the workhorses and this afternoon I have to teach the boys how to pull the fallen timber out of the ravine It’s a real fire hazard and we’re just getting started"

"Leeant Cross He’s an LEM like you, locally employed man," Boodean explains "Lou is a fore breath, inhaling the sweet suess I can see you now, but we really need to hurry I don’t want tonice things about you from the boys" He looks eant Cross?"

"You can call eant Cross" (There’s no way I’ to call this fellow "Lou" He acts like he owns the place) "So, what can we do for you today?" I say it like that,it clear that the medic and I are a team and this is not a social call Boodean pulls another chair in fro room "What’s the problem?"

"Can I talk to you alone?"

"No, I’m sorry you can’t Private Boodean is my assistant He records allhe hears here is strictly confidential" Theon his clipboard

"Well, I’m worried about a wart It sounds silly and, Boodean, if you say anything to the fellows, I’ll beat you bloody, but it’s a big wart and it’s causingit’s not another penile probleoes on