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"Wendy, he knows," Ed whispered in my ear. All I was able to do was nod. "Yes sir, we did. And we want to join the military. If it's ok," I told Roy Mustang.

"How old are you shrimps?" Roy said.  We yet again got ticked off, ''WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING SHRIMPS!!!!!!!!!!'' We said in unison again. "Whatever. How old are you?'' He asked again. ''15.'' I said. Roy gestured to Ed, "You?'' ''Same.'' Ed said.

   ~Hey guys! Gomen it was so short. I just ran out of ideas for what could happen in there gomen again.~

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