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old friends.
“Oh,” she said brightly. “You two know each other.”
General Hail didn’t even glance at her. He was still looking at me.
“Know her?” he said. “Commander Walker helped bring my son home.”
That was when Ben turned. Across the tent, my brother’s smile faded. The bride lowered her champagne flute. Vanessa’s face stayed pleasant, but the color started continue reading …
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