Status: Finito.
The Other Things.
Boy.
Axel stuffed his face with French fries covered with ketchup and horseradish.
“Axel, am I selfish?” I asked, picking at a loose strand of my skirt.
“Let me tell you about selfish,” Axel started. “When I was in the military, there was a kid, Boy, whose parents enlisted him. He was a real piece of shit.
“He took rations that weren’t his, stole pictures of families, even went so far as to claim he was entitled to rape a young girl.
“The official report said he died ‘in combat’.”
The way he shrugged at that sent chills down my spine.
“Axel, am I selfish?” I asked, picking at a loose strand of my skirt.
“Let me tell you about selfish,” Axel started. “When I was in the military, there was a kid, Boy, whose parents enlisted him. He was a real piece of shit.
“He took rations that weren’t his, stole pictures of families, even went so far as to claim he was entitled to rape a young girl.
“The official report said he died ‘in combat’.”
The way he shrugged at that sent chills down my spine.
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Varying degrees of psychopath and cuddly teddy bear.