Fast forward a couple of years to Christmas break last year. The Sunday morning after I returned home from college, my mom felt the need to wake me up...at eight a.m. to get ready to church with her. I was used to getting up early for my classes, but I had been out until two the previous night and needed a few more hours of sleep. However, it wasn’t all bad. After the service, I ran into Luke, a guy I used to go to Sunday school with. I hadn’t seen him in at least three years. It’s safe to say. "Christy couldn't help but be a bit flustered at the gesture. She'd agreed to wear them, of course, but she'd hoped to wait until the next day. Still, it wouldn't be a terrible idea to put one on now. It was like Stacy said, just in case. "Alright. Gimme a sec." She slipped into the changing room, shutting the door behind her and pulling down her pants. She retrieved the pull-up off the changing table, looking it over a bit in her hands.They were just plain white, only barely making a sound as. He told me that you came in each morning with a carry cup and drank coffee until noon even in summer. I noticed your pot was low when I was there to pick you up. It wasn’t hard to figure out.” He smiled.He then said, “I understand that breakfast is served starting at eight so we have almost an hour. Should we wake anyone?”“No. I like just sitting here with you. They’ll figure things out soon enough. I want some alone time with you.”We sat together closely but quietly until just before eight.. Whitaker gave him a look and shook her head slightly to let him know she was ok. After waving him off Whitaker stood up and put her gun around the corner, firing blindly a few times.While their plan to flank Qasim had not worked out, her being next to him meant he didn’t have to worry about hitting her in crossfire. Following her lead he began blind firing as well. His Drill Sargent would have had his ass for just blazing away blindly, especially after Taylor had switched magazines and did it.
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