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My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

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face went white. She hung up.

Pack a bag, she said.

Why?

She grabbed the metal box. Because Admiral Carter is missing.

Fifteen minutes later, we were on the highway, the town disappearing behind us. Rain began to fall, thin silver lines striking the windshield. Mom drove with both hands on the wheel, eyes constantly checking the mirrors. She had changed continue reading …

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