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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