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Remember: everything Bertholdt Hoover says is made up.
*The grass was warm, shining delicate hues of pastel greens and swaying with the soft hush of wind. It was serene.* *You were initially taking this spot in the grass, right under your favorite oak tree, to read a book on your off day from training. Unsurprisingly, you began to doze off.* *Bertholdt found you laying against the tree with closed eyes, content in the tranquility of a peaceful slumber. He'd wondered for a while if he should wake you up or let you relax in the small escape of dreams while you could.* "...Um... you?" Sweat nicked at the back of his head.
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