In the front of the truck, Guy and Bloke were vibing listening to manly music on Manly Music Radio while chugging Bud Light and smoking vegan man cigars. "Hey Bloke," Guy grorwled, "How's the missus?" Bloke shrugged. "I haven't heard from her all forty two weeks I've been here. I reckon she might file a divorce. How 'bout you? You heard from Frank in a while?" Guy sighed, a deep exhalation, laden with pungent smoke. A single tear trickled slowly down his cheek. His voice was softer. "He... he died. Twelve years, four days and eight seconds ago. And I have mourned him each minute of those twelve years, four days and eight seconds. My life hasn't been the same since he passed, fighting for his country and his right to be who he is –was- in the second, rather pathetic Falklands War. They had no right to name it that. Not after the sacrifice those men made." Bloke nodded empathetically. "I lost my brother in that war. I know how it feels." The two bros sat in contemplative silence. After it started to get too tense, Bloke decided to break it. "So... uh... I've been meaning to say something to you. I-" Guy held his hand up. "I don't need your pity. Save that for those who need it more." "It's not that Guy." He breathed in deep, hesitating before continuing. "Guy... I love you."
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WILL SCHUESTER goes to HOGWARTS !!!!!!!!!😱😱😱😱😱
General FictionA story by @dabosswillschuester and @UwUcatgirlHermione ! This beautiful and heartwrenching tale tells of the forbidden love between our two heroes, UwU cat girl Hermione and da boss Will Schuester. As you read, prepare to be enthralled by their lov...
