http://slow.writerscafe.org/alyssa18543 The original writings of author A.A en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776067521 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The threat of an important game has passed with a hard loss on the team, but not for me. Soccer may be what they have going for them to get to college, I have bigger plans than one being told how to run the rest of my life. Other more important things demand my attention on a day to day basis. Some .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyssa18543/1723118/ The compound is in sight by daybreak. We had stopped longer than we had originally planned when I saw about half the men needed medical attention, so I offered to treat them while everyone else rested up and regained some energy with food and water. 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