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Sentence # 20
Dec. 27th, 2005 02:55 pm20. Freedom
Sometimes, looking through his office window, watching the tiny figures walking on the street and the cars passing by, Quatre found himself wishing, for a bitter second, that the war hadn’t ended and that he could still be free of his responsibilities; but then, Duo would come along, drag him out to lunch, and remind him, without words, that freedom wasn't fighting, it was friendship.
Sometimes, looking through his office window, watching the tiny figures walking on the street and the cars passing by, Quatre found himself wishing, for a bitter second, that the war hadn’t ended and that he could still be free of his responsibilities; but then, Duo would come along, drag him out to lunch, and remind him, without words, that freedom wasn't fighting, it was friendship.
