It
all started about eight months ago today, and none of the guys had
let me hear the end of it. The day they found out, there was all that
hooting and hollering, all the talk of "she'll be the death of
you" and "count your days". The usual, I guess. There
was a flurry of planning, but I was left out of most of it; us guys,
we just have to smile and nod when they hand us our marching orders.
On
the day itself, things were quiet. I was nervous, a little scared,
but that's about what I expected.
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