Soap
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Thread Topic: Soap
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The pilots tell me were 45 minutes away from Andrews in DC. And that my car has already been delivered there.
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I wake up with a start for no imaginable reason. It takes me a few seconds to realize where I am. I glance around.
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I walk back with a bottle of water.
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I glance up at you. "Hey."
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"couldn't sleep?"
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I shake my head 'no'. "Nah, I slept." I make a face, indicating I wish I hadn't slept.
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"post traumatic stress?" I asked with a raised eye, I've seen it before, especially with civilians.
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I shrug. "Kinda. If it last over two months, then yeah." I'm thinking of Eric.
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"yeah, it dredges up memories." I say, debating whether to ask you to join the Agency.
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I think for a minute. "Sleep well?"
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"usual post mission sleep." the debate is slightly clear on my face.
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I watch you for a minute, before choosing my words carefully. "Uh, are you alright?"
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I shrug. "thinking"
(gotta go, definitely back Monday but unsure of over the weekend) -
I stare at the ground.
(Okay, see ya then!) -
(found it! *victory dance* bump)
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