Pain 05.31.15
“How is he?” Skipper asked Kowalski as he entered the HQ.
“He’s still devastated that he couldn’t act quick enough. I don’t know how to tell him that there’s nothing he could’ve done. He keeps drowning his sorrows in Winkies,” Kowalski explained. They looked over to see Private stuffing another Winkie into his beak as he slumped against the tường in the corner. His eyes were puffy from crying.
Skipper sighed. “I’ll go talk to him.”
He walked across the room and slowly came to a stop in the middle of the pile of Winkie wrappers.
“Private, can I talk to bạn outside...
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