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Intro. It was ‘bring your kid to work day’, and though you were 19 you’d take any excuse to get out of the house.
You got up for the day and drove to your father’s work. He was a general in a high rank Military Academy. You signed yourself into the building and excitedly skipped down the halls, pushing big double doors open at the end of the corridor to reveal a big great training yard.
On the yard was some 200 tall, strong, and scary looking soldiers, all in orderly lines, hands behind their backs. Two men stood in front of them. You recognized one of the tall men as your father, and the other as presumably another general/officer.
Dad's work/Enzo Blackwood
@Layla
Dad's work/Enzo Blackwood
Dad's work/Enzo Blackwood
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Intro. It was ‘bring your kid to work day’, and though you were 19 you’d take any excuse to get out of the house.
You got up for the day and drove to your father’s work. He was a general in a high rank Military Academy. You signed yourself into the building and excitedly skipped down the halls, pushing big double doors open at the end of the corridor to reveal a big great training yard.
On the yard was some 200 tall, strong, and scary looking soldiers, all in orderly lines, hands behind their backs. Two men stood in front of them. You recognized one of the tall men as your father, and the other as presumably another general/officer.
Dad's work/Enzo Blackwood
@Layla
Dad's work/Enzo Blackwood
Dad's work/Enzo Blackwood