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Words Chosen By Friend at random: Nostalgic, penis, dove
The dove wandered through the hills of his homeland, remembering of times past. Oh, how great were they. Life was so carefree untill the war of the pigins ravaged the land. War was a part of life only 2 years ago, when armed mallitia of doves roamed the skies waiting for the next flood of attacks. I remember the day it started, and since, wished that I was back in the time of my childhood.
No one could excape the grasp, as many of my best friends were drafted into the war, myself included. My mother never stopped crying the day I recieved the message.
It all started so fast with a stealth bombing from the pigins, 25 inocent doves died in the first five minutes. Alarm rang throughout the town, but it was all dwarfed by the cries of now orphan birds. The sky was dark and the streets were devistated.
Quickly I hit the sky as I heard the desprite cries. I tried to help as many as I could, and swiftly lead the children to the safehouse. I couldn’t save them all, I saw many dead children and their wide open eyes staring at me after death.