Number nine it, rookie!

In this spot,

I don't feel alone.

I have no doubt.

This is home.

And damn, 

I couldn't ask

for anything more.

At first I wasn't sure

that these people

would become my family

That these men 

would become my brothers.

But they have.

They are.

I trust them.

I love them.

They're family, now.

This is so much better

Than I hoped for.

This isn't even

an exaggeration.

I belong.

I belong with them.

It's true, you don't have to

fit in to belong.

I don't know how it happened.

But I'm more than glad it did.

Now I know 

how I'm missing people

I basically met

three months ago.

They're family, now.

Truly, truly family.

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