Cl Logan: Fanni's ) UTE? H Rupees: : 111134
Infantry DEW, Ft. Barbing, Final FIR.
spast night before we dd em final fft
chillin in my fax hale, my fat fuck Gamer battle buddy snoring with is mowth dean
scrying ta get little clumps dirt in his mouth
even tired, which is alright sun I can stay up he pull my security.
Iswear ‘ ' behind me, sheet: be make sure it is rft same limmits.
Impelling its my PG, I needed he tell: be him,
scum around and see a red head lamp maturing emu ,
en IR lighten my NOE, see my Drill Sergeant, trollin‘ ermine the sand table we made taf em Ath
him fer a moment. he leeks arm: a sectum, steps We the sand table and squats.
ta dream the largest, nastiest shit. right in the middle elf the sand table, specifically, an en: widen.
sate matinee me kiking, mes a finger address his threat and puts it ta his lips.
scum aroundd. wandering if I had in fact fallen asleep.
chlexi day, he' s asking when did it. Super , etc.
he sauske the shit out Inf us, calls me dyer and sends me ten we a mundane task fer the time the smelting.
scart glad I saw my faverite drug: a dander an did sand table.