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“So what rank are you now?”
I shrugged. “Still working.”
Brad leaned in, curious and grinning. “You Army or something? I mean, you don’t look it. No offense. Where’s the uniform?”
Tiffany’s smile widened. “Brad’s in the reserves. They’re grooming him for big things. Leadership, visibility.” She touched his arm. “Sarah does logistics or cleaning,continue reading …
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