"What a waste," the tall girl said to herself quietly, with sadness lining her green eyes. It was a dim, gray
day, and the wind was cold over the rolling hills. It whipped her dark blue
dress around her, and she crossed her arms for warmth.
The other girl sat on the stone wall nearby, her eyes likewise red rimmed. The funeral had been touching, but their grief went deeper. Their childhood friend never should have enlisted in the space marines.
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