Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44355535-20200213200227/@comment-64.201.223.221-20200214035456

''It is one year later. The uniformed man comes to the door again, but with an envelope instead of the boy. The elderly woman cries at the sight of the envelope. It has the armies stamp on it. The uniformed man helps her to her bed. She cries herself to sleep clutching the envelope. While she is sleeping baby Cole sees the letter. It looked like gibberish to him. But not to Cole now. He reads it and understands the woman’s pain.''

I am disappointed to inform you that your son Zander Davis was killed on the battlefield.

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