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But he had a kind smile

Jerry

And look where that led

“Yes, hello?” I say

“I didn’t ood deed today?”

My defenses prick at once I did a good deed a few years ago, and it led to a whole saga of pain and paranoia, and rage But I can’t keep letting , of his twisted obsession Can I?

“What sort of good deed?”

She gestures to a booth on ular state when I’ airy space with placards on the walls showing various war scenes

Soldiers hang out the side of helicopters A group of therin at the camera A dusty road shows a few of theht

“We’re running an event today,” the lady goes on “We’re askingletters toA few lines will suffice Just sorateful for their service”

So me that humanity isn’t as bad as I sometimes allow myself to believe

“Oh? That sounds nice”

“So you’re interested?”

“I’m not much of a writer,” I tell her

Give me a canvas and a paintbrush, or even a notepad and a sketching pencil, and I’d beto let me freestyle this

“I’m Sara” The lady offers me her hand “Do you mind if I ask your name?”

“Zoey,” I tell her, as we shake hands

I’lad when she doesn’t mention hoeaty I’ve become I can’t really help it Put me in any social situation and I start to blush, sweat, and act like nervous prey, as though there’s a joker living inside of me ants to see me suffer

“Coht be fun”

“I’m not sure what I can say that will make their situation any better”

“These are for veterans if that helps Men and women who have already served”