I love you, I won't kill you

This year's Thanksgiving is still the same as in previous years, and there are lively and extraordinary festive scenes all over the United States.Whether it is the major cities of the states or the small towns scattered all over the country, there are people participating in costume walks, theater performances and sports competitions everywhere.

Primary and secondary schools, universities and shops all over the country also have holidays as required. Excited children imitate the appearance of the aborigines in the American continent--Indians, put on strange costumes, draw facial makeup or wear masks to the streets. Sing and perform.Not only that, but there were also a lot of people gathered in the church.According to religious traditions and customs, all kinds of religious activities of thanksgiving and prayers are held in the church on this day every year.

The Los Angeles County Public Defender's Office is a regular government department within the county government.So everyone who works here gets four days off.From Thursday 26th to Sunday 29th.

On Wednesday night, after attending a Thanksgiving dinner hosted by the current public defender, Judge Prowse, Jolie and Joanna laughed and laughed all the way to the banquet venue near the county attorney's office building.

"Hey, the holiday starts tomorrow, do you have any plans?" Joanna asked.

"Well, I want to go back to Chicago to spend the holidays with my parents. You know, I really miss the turkey, pumpkin pie and polenta that Mommy made by herself..." Julie said happily, looking up at the sky.

"Hmm, you don't plan to stay?"

"Staying in San Pedro? Come on, we don't have any of our loved ones here."

"Oh, so, who's that fellow at Pendleton right now?"

"Joanna, if you really miss her, I don't mind if you go to Pendleton to find her." Julie said with a smile.

"Forget it, I'd better go back to Rochester. Well, if you have time after Thanksgiving with Amanda, how about hanging out with me?"

"Well, good idea. Well, it's decided."

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It's been three days since I returned to Marine Corps Camp Pendleton on the west coast.Three days ago, Amanda, her personal belongings and some other Marines who returned to the camp were airlifted back to the camp collectively.As for her Shelby GT500, it was arranged to be flown back to the camp on a cargo flight.

Unlike ordinary marines or sergeants living in group apartments, her female officer apartment has long been arranged by the logistics officer of the aviation wing in the large army apartment block south of Camp Pendleton.

In front of the seventh apartment on San Juan Street, which is located in the southeast of the apartment block, Amanda walked towards the apartment behind the lawn with a huge marching rucksack.Taking the key given to her by the logistics officer, she opened the door of the apartment.

Walk into the apartment, put the luggage on the ground, and look around.At this time, she heard a voice outside the door calling, "Amanda, are you home?"

Following the voice, Amanda returned to the gate.Looking carefully at the person speaking outside the door, "Major, why are you here?"

The speaker was Lieutenant Commander Megan Smith who was transferred to the Pendleton Naval Medical Center.Meghan, in a navy khaki fall outfit and boat cap, smiled with her hands behind her back and said, "Well, I heard you're back at camp, so I came over to see your new home."

Megan stepped forward and gave Amanda a warm hug, and the two walked into the apartment together.Amanda said happily, "Today is Tuesday, you don't need to go to the medical center to work?"

"Come on, the Naval Medical Center is less than two miles from our neighborhood. So, I took a leave of absence and came back."

"Well, I know, the Medical Center is nearby in Mersey Street."

"The environment here is good, and the back garden is quite big. It's just...the furniture here looks a bit old." Megan looked around and said while walking.

"Come on, these are Marine Corps property. Um, what neighborhood do you live in?"

"Oh, my house is right up front on Santa Anita Street."

In less than 5 minutes, the two inspected the home furnishings in the entire apartment.Walking to the large dining room and sitting at the dining table, Megan looked around and said, "Amanda, see what else you need. I can take you to a nearby store to buy some."

Amanda looked around, "Well, are the apartments here all the same furniture and furnishings?"

"Um, like you said, these are Army property of the Marine Corps."

"Oh, I see. What day is the 'yard deal day' (a day in the community that military families choose to trade in when they have a lot of things they don't use)?"

"Every Saturday afternoon."

"Okay, then I'll wait until this Saturday to decide on some household additions."

Megan smiled and said, "So, have you received any orders now?"

Amanda nodded, "Yes, I have been appointed as the co-pilot of the AH-367W helicopter of No. 1 Squadron, and will be deployed to Helmand Province within this winter."

"Helmand, Afghanistan?! So you're going to Afghanistan soon?"

"Yeah, I hope I can spend Thanksgiving here before leaving."

After a few seconds of silence, Megan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely let you have a turkey dinner this Thanksgiving."

Amanda stood up, walked to the gate and looked out at the street, "It's about to start again, 7 months."

At 26 o'clock in the morning on Thursday the 5th, Amanda had already changed into a summer sportswear and came out of the apartment.Glancing at the Shelby GT500 parked at the door, he put on his headphones and ran along the sidewalk to the right.

Follow the U-shaped road until you reach Santa Anita Street in front.When she saw Megan's apartment, she quickened her running pace.He stepped up the steps and knocked on the door, "Major Smith, are you there?"

When the door opened a few minutes later, Meghan, in her pajamas, half-closed her eyes. "Oh, Amanda, what's up?"

"Please, it's Thanksgiving. Are you going to spend Thanksgiving in bed, Major?"

"Okay, it's 5:09 in the morning, and I still want to sleep for a while."

"Amanda, what are you doing here?" Sarah, who was wearing children's pajamas, ran out from behind Megan and called.

"Well, I'm going to ask your mommy to go for a run. How about you?" Amanda said, squatting down and stroking Sarah's hair.

"Today is Thanksgiving, and I decided to skip a late sleep." Sarah said energetically.

Amanda said happily, "Really? Uh, want to go for a run with me?"

Sarah nodded with a smile on her face, but looked up at Megan, "Mum, can I go with Amanda?"

Megan shook her head, stroking her daughter's head and said gently, "Yes. But, you can't get out of Aunt McLaren's sight without authorization."

Throughout the morning, Amanda spent the whole morning at Megan's house preparing the turkey, cranberry jam, sweet potatoes, corn, pumpkin pie, fruits and vegetables, and home-baked bread for Thanksgiving with the mother and daughter of Megan. Holiday food.

At this time, Sarah took Amanda's phone and ran into the kitchen, "Amanda, someone is looking for you."

"Thank you, Sarah." After Amanda finished speaking, she picked up the phone and saw that it was Julie who called.

"Hi, are you okay?" Julie asked affectionately on the phone.

"Yeah, wait." Amanda took the phone and walked towards the living room after glancing at Megan.

"Where are you?"

"I'm on Route 5."

"Route 5? You didn't go back to Chicago?"

"Please, I want to spend Thanksgiving with you, what do you think?"

Amanda blinked. "Okay. Now, where have you been?"

Julie glanced at the driving route on the car's GPS screen, "I've got off Highway 5 and am heading towards Vandergrift Avenue."

"Okay, when you see the camp checkpoint, stop there. I'll come out and find you."

"I see."

Amanda hung up the phone and went back to the kitchen, "Um, Megan, I have to leave for a while."

Megan was putting the pumpkin pies one by one into the oven tray, "Hmm, is there a friend coming? You go."

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