Bad Memories
I sprung from the couch as if I was sixty years younger. Jerimiah wouldn't stop pestering me about Lou. World war two really messed up my life. Lou went missing during that war. He was suspected to have had some bad information that could have taken the Nazis in France down within a couple weeks of careful planning. Unfortunately, the Nazis somehow infiltrated our group and found out. They kidnapped him before he could tell us. I went from the living room to the kitchen. I had hidden a small metal box that had held all of my memories I had made with Lou all those years ago. I looked under the cabinet and it was there. I quickly got it out and examined its cold metal shell. It had rusted slightly but was still oppenable. I brought the small iron box to Jerimiah. He looked surprised as I walked into the living room and sat down.
"Whatever you need is in the box." I said as he thanked me to almost no end.
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