Thank fucking hell that mission is over I'm itching to get back to my sang baby I'm itching to pull my phone out and check on her but,if she was to find out I was checking on her she would be mad and I don't want that so instead I just rub over my tattoo that I got for her I still can't believe that a girl as beautiful,smart and sweet could love someone like me and that I get to turn around and share that love with my brothers and that makes me the not only the happiest man but the luckiest man I chuckle to myself when I realize that I'm not the happiest or luckiest man in the world because I know 8 others that gets to feel that too I put the jeep in park and fight the urge to check on sang baby one more time get out to get this fucking report done.
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