part three

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it was a slow night for curtis. he was in his office at the barracks, writing up death reports of unfortunate soldiers out on the front line. his desk lamp flickered and he sighed. his tent opened and harold walked in.

"you up for a few beers, chap?" he asked curtis. curtis laughed and closed over the file he was writing in.

"yeah, sure" he put the file in his desk draw and stood up, straightening out his army green uniform and putting on his hat.

'he looks cute in his officer uniform' harold thought as curtis walked out from behind his desk with a smile on his face.

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