From: Gus Johnson.
To: Oliver Stone.
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Daddy's little soldier,
On a scale of one to ten tell me how loud did your mother scream when she saw the red lipstick on your cheek?
They got wrong warnings, right?
I'm indeed very proud of you and your writing lately, it's not poetry nor fiction nor any kind of story but it's something beautiful. You know why? Because it's your realisations, your conclusions, the result of you thinking under the stars while you sit on the roof. I can see you from the window, sneaky boy.
Speaking of kisses and lipstick. Leo's been telling me you're still chickening out.
From what I heard, Cathy seems kindhearted and understanding, she won't bite you chicken.
And don't expect from me any other names for you but chicken until you ask the girl out.
Just.Ask.The girl.Out!
Until you ask the girl out, chicken.
With encouragement and lots of previous love advices,
Uncle Gus the love doctor.
YOU ARE READING
Daddy's Little Soldier
Short Story"Daddy I miss you, when will you come back from war?" The little Oliver wrote his daddy to ask him when will he come "I'll be coming soon, I left a man at home to protect the family, stay strong little soldier." but no one knew that he's dead and a...
