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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: THE BIRD
My body was still raw from the past weeks' rigorous training... And yet, here I am running on the field thinking about the book that lies inside the library.
Private Diaz was scolding us about how flaccid our baby muscles had become just by giving us a day of rest.
"You lousy losers!" he shouted, and that did it. "I heard some of you lost against the other class the other week?!" I thought this soldier had decided to drop that incident, but I guess I was wrong.
I groaned ruefully. And when I turned at the others, I found them with grim expressions.
"I am teaching a bunch of loser
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