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My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

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pulsed.

We found Admiral Carter in a control room, tied to a chair but alive. His face was bruised. One eye was swollen. But when he saw Mom, he smiled faintly. Rachel, he said. Always late.

She cut him free. Always ungrateful.

He looked at me. Lucas.

I stood awkwardly. Sir.

He grimaced as he stood. Your presentation was excellent.

Aunt June rolled her eyes.continue reading …

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