My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

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He turned to me. Lucas, the aircraft will respond to you. You can feel it already, can’t you?

I wanted to say no. But deep beneath the facility, I could feel something. A pulse. Not sound exactly. Not thought. More like pressure behind my eyes, a rhythm calling to a part of me I had never known existed.

Mom saw my face. Don’t listen.

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