I mean, on the one hand it was wonderful. That’s a funny word to describe a story about really odd people, kids and adults, who are fans of this ima...ginary TV series that sounds more like a video game for someone on drugs that no one understands and no one knows anything about but they all have to watch it. They can’t stand to miss an episode.Oh, and there’s a library that’s huge. Infinitely huge, it seems. It’s got everything.That’s it. That’s the story. Except that once I started it I couldn’t. I make sure she hears me approaching. She looks at me briefly, her eyes blurred with tears, and nods. She turns away. I come closer, slowly, and wrap my arms around her. I have her arms in an ‘X’ pattern and I hold them there. I hold her close to me as she cries. She can’t move, and she continues to bawl in my arms. She probably saw a photo, a post, some sort of trigger. Or she could have just been thinking about high school, about him, about all the different ways he touched her, about all the. EXAMPLES FROM BRITISH MILITARY OFFICERS’ REPORTS (OERs)1. His men would follow him anywhere, but only out of curiosity.2. I would not breed from this Officer.3. This man is depriving a village somewhere of its idiot.4. This officer can be likened to a small puppy - he runs around excitedly, leaving little messes for other people to clean up.5. This Officer is really not so much of a has-been, more of a definitely won’t-be.6. When she opens her mouth, it seems only to change whichever foot was. They both walked into the room and just stared at me. "Pet, youve done well to train her, thankyou" Jack said, kissing my mum on the cheek. "Now go, I want her for myself." Mum started to look quite confused, "but you promised we would do this together.." Jack looked like he was about to get aggressive, "I said go, we'll discuss this later, dont disobey me cunt, leave, shes mine now." He started to clench his fists but mum took the hint and left the room. Jack turned towards the door to lock it.