Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
Sadie threw her arms around me and buried her head in my shoulder. She trembled against me as tears soaked my sweatshirt, and she whispered softly, “I don’t want to go to war.” I held her tighter. “Same, bitch.” “I’m too pretty for war,” she whined. I nodded in agreement and said sarcastically, “Military uniforms have never been my style. I don’t have the boobs for a slutty soldier look. It will make me look too boxy.”
