Dear Diary......
He's here again. That pilot who hails from the Western Front.
I wonder what does he want now?
First he crashed into my Petunia Garden with this three winged plane. Then he shows up unannounced to shove this giant bottle of wine into my bosom.
Not that I would say no to good liquor, it was just simply too big. He should have given me the travelling size! There is no room to store the whole bottle!
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Sigh, I'm curious as to why he was knocking on my door now. It's 3 o'clock in the morning. I need my beauty sleep, can't it wait tomorrow morning.
...That man won't stop knocking... So I opened it, and greeted him. Frowning.
Hello, Mr. Raymond Collishaw was it? What is it do you want at this hour?
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..... What? I can't hear you. Speak up! No, I'm not deaf! Your voice is too weak!
..........Say again?... You're sorry you crashed into my Petunia Garden again--
--WHAT THE F**K MAN! DON'T YOU HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO THAN TO CRASH BURNING PLANES INTO MY GARDEN!? A-AND WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE SWISS CHEESE!
EXPLAIN TO ME OR I'LL KICK YOU--
*Splatter*
........................................... H...Hey... Mr. Pilot... D...did you just...
Did you just vomit blood on me?... W...wait... wh-why are there holes in your jacket?... A-answer me, wh-what did you do? P*ss off a gun-toting gang!?
Hey! W-wake up! D-don't roll your eyes into the back of your head! L-listen to my voice, d-don't walk into the light!
UGYAAAAAH! D-DON'T JUST UP AND DROP ON TOP OF A LADYYYYYY!
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