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his throat from across the room. “Sarah, your sister’s just joking.”
“I know,” I said.
Brad raised his glass. “No hard feelings. Military’s military. We all serve in our own way.”
“Sure,” I said. “Some louder than others.”
He didn’t catch that. Or he chose not to.
I moved to the kitchen, grabbed water, and leaned against the counter. From across the room,continue reading …
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