In weeks, I was back in Kanawha County, now living in the Bachelor Officers' Quarters at the local Militia base. There were no parades for us, because... everyone knew that the fighting was hardly over in most of the country or the world. This was just one more campaign to recover territory from counterrevolutionary scum. There were to be more wars to fight soon, and I would just have to wait for the final homecoming a while longer.Even so, on my first 48 hours of liberty, I ran into a familiar. Morris to take a call from you or anyone else. I can inform him that you are on the phone and see if he wants to talk to you. Would you like me to do that?”Amanda respected the way this assistant was standing up to her. “Yes please.”“I’ll see if he is available.” She placed Amanda on hold. When she came back, she asked, “Can I tell Mr. Morris what this is regarding?”“Why don’t you tell him it is regarding the e-mail from Bryce Pierre to start with?”“Okay, hold on.” After only a few seconds she. I told several of the dorm guys about the tv crews and about making the local news, and how her father had helped us to evade their cameras after the prom.Mickey and I had just made it back to our room when one of the guys down the hall yelled out that I needed to watch the evening news.Apparently there was not much on the news wires that particular Sunday afternoon because the story made it to the Sunday evening network news."If you're wondering about the beautiful young lady in her prom dress. Roos wordt wakker van het geluid van de wekker. Het geluid van regenval tikt op het dak van haar appartement. Snel snoozet ze haar wekker en kruipt ze nog even lekker onder de dekens van haar tweepersoonsbed. Langzaam wordt Roos wakker en realiseert ze zich dat vandaag het nieuwe studiejaar eindelijk begint. Meteen springt ze uit bed, ze heeft ontzettend zin in het komende studiejaar: relaxen met vriendinnen, werken en weer een stapje dichterbij het afronden van haar studie. Ze pakt een.
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