They want those stories
Enough with the goddamn coat hangers
It was probably 1am when someone started banging on my door. Someone banging on your door wasn’t anything unusual when you lived in the dorms. Airmen would get drunk, lose their keys, you’d forget to unlock the shared bathroom, over-eager First Sergeants would decide on a midnight dorm check for liquor or whatever the fuck. I opened the door and a girl …
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