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active international contract. Do you have any idea what that implies?”
My father finally spoke, his voice low and sharp. “You’ll fix this.”
I turned to him. “No.”
He frowned, like the word didn’t belong in my mouth. “We raised you.”
“You raised me to survive,” I said. “And that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
Miles slammed his fist onto the counter. “You’re continue reading …
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