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My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

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the speakers. Rachel. You came.

Mom turned toward the ceiling. It’s over, Elias.

No, he said. It is finally beginning.

A door at the far end of the control room slid open. Voss stepped in. Two armed men followed him. He looked at Mom first. Then at me. Seeing him in person was worse than the screen. His scar twisted one side of his face, but his eyes continue reading …

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