12-07-2020, 10:52 AM
? TO FREEDOM AND WHISKEY —
Jamie smiled as the kitten bumped him, chuckling softly. "Ah, yes, of course. I'll follow yew, laddie." he agreed, rising to his paws. His plaid moved comfortably as he did, shifting over his ginger fur. He could feel the cold metal of the pin, and a tight grimace traced his lips as he thought once more of the home he'd likely never see again, and of the woman he'd left behind. Would she be happy? Or would she spend her life searching for a man who was gone? No matter. He was here now, which meant there wasn't much use in dwelling upon his past.
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