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around Britni, beaming that politician's smile directly at the camera. Britni was gazing up at him,

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offer to join a prestigious international investigative team. It was my dream. B

taking off. You' re my biggest supporter. My rock. We' ll build

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membered when he first joined the military academy, a raw recruit. I' d watched him train, his body growing lean and hard. Once, du

my vision as I gently cradled his foo

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