Blitz was sitting on a wooden chair, her feet propped up on rocks, a glass of wine in her hands. The other captains, all in their 30s, 40s, and early 50s sitting on wooden chairs, stools or rocks around the fire, chatting over fine wine. it was 10pm, but the privates were finishing up their training session. Blitz was watching the conversation with cold eyes, bored
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2Baked beans 🫘
10/02/2025
Baked beans 🫘
09/02/2025