Absent Without Love
"He went over the hill, Sergeant."
"Are you sure, did you search the barracks?"
"Yes, only personal possessions are missing.
Photographs, cd's...that kind of stuff."
"I was so sure this one had the right stuff, Sergeant,
and would go the distance."
"There is no such thing as a sure thing.
You should know that by now."
"File the reports, Private."
"What should I do with what is left?"
"Box it and trash it. Anything left will not be missed."
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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