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 Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 7:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 8:52 pm
Ⓐrron Ⓜiller --Aaron sat up in bed and clutched his forehead. He had a headache from the late night before. After a moment he got up and pulled on his t-shirt and jeans. He would head off to work, lifting heavy objects down at the docks. He was loyal to his country and always did as was expected of him. He didn't care about the almost communistic rule that was placed over him as a lot of people did. Some believed they were at war, the people against the government, and if Aaron had to choose sides, he'd side with the government. He was loyal to the end. His stomach growled, and he grinned to himself. "Maybe I should eat something," he mused as he gulped down headache curing medications. The pounding faded, and he was out the door. Moments later he was in the cafe down the street, munching a bagel and sipping coffee. He had time before work, time he could claim to himself, and he did. Right now was his time.
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