chapter 4

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He looked at me a little surprised.

He took a deep breath in and took a sip from his coffee cup.

"Well, that doesn't sound very nice of him" he replied.

I looked down at my hands figiting on my nails.

"What's his name?" He asked

I knew I should tell him. If I got into anymore detail I know the water oeks will start flowing.

"Bucky" I said.

My voice sounded dry and sore in my ears. No doubt worse to his.

"I knew a guy, had a real good friend named Bucky, he lost him along time ago, I wonder if he ever found him.", The stranger said.

I wondered what he meant by that?

Losing someone like they were a toy lost in a box.

"How did he lose him?" I asked curiously.

"War" he said.

A sad look on his face. He didn't seem like the guy who had been through war, but the look on his face showed that he was very aquanted with it.

"That's sad" I said.

Then I thought of how Steve lost Bucky at war.

Not only did it make me feel sad but horrible for spitting them apart.

I felt the tears coming and I couldn't stop them.

Great I'm crying in front of a complete stranger.

Smooth Sam, smooth.

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