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What are you doing, Brandon said. His voice was tight in a specific way.
Michael shrugged. Just keeping it family, son.
Brandon grabbed his father’s arm. Not roughly, but with the firm grip of someone who has made a decision. His hand was shaking.
He said: Dad. She saved me in Fallujah.
Michael stared at him.
The yard went silent. The children stopped running.continue reading …
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