Veteran's day
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Remembering the graveyard of ghost that Alfred carries, it never eases nor will it ever end. He gladly accepted it. No matter what he still smiles and waves, never quite understanding the heavyweight of until he is found suffocating under the weight of nothing.
Then Romano just had to open his stupid goddamn mouth.
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