Ioki laughs with Judy and Tom out by their desks in the Chapel. Fuller stands up and I follow him; their laughter interrupted the daily report we were filling out.
Fuller opens his office door and walks over to them; I follow close behind.
"What's so funny?" Fuller asks.
Doug Penhall looks at his Captain, paperclips stuck to his face. There's over fifty of them.
"Nothing, Sir; just defusing all of the work related tension."
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
