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CHAPTER SIXTEEN: GAME
A week had passed, and we had Guns again. I just hope Private Stiles would overlook my average shooting ability this time. I entered the shooting range and noticed the pile of paraphernalia in front. Private Stiles entered the room, and my stomach was getting acidic, especially when he gave me a glance.
What did I do to him, really? Creep.
He looked sterner than the last time we saw him. "Good morning."
There was a pause, and we murmured our replies.
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