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My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

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He hears it.

Then everything happened at once. Aunt June dropped a smoke device from her sleeve. The room filled with gray. Mom shoved me behind a console. Carter tackled one of the armed men with the kind of speed I did not expect from an admiral. Aunt June shouted something rude and swung the shotgun like a club.

Mom grabbed my wrist. Run.

We ran through continue reading …

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