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He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

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security emergency.”

Uncle Greg made a sound through his nose, half scoff, half choke. “This some kind of joke?”

One of the operators turned his head toward Greg so slowly it almost embarrassed me for him.

My father looked at the black stars in the case, then at me. “General?”

“Yes.”

He sat down. Not gracefully. The patio chair scraped and caught on a crack.continue reading …

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