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... f passion, and this morning wasn’t any less of a firefight. My body felt like I’d just gone through a three-day combat drill with no rest, and yet this man—this incorrigible, maddening, frustratingly skilled man—still had the stamina to get up and function as if he’d just woken from a strategic power nap. Meanwhile, my muscles were filing complaints. I wasn’t sure if I could get on my feet for whatever mission Livana had tossed onto my lap today, but I was a soldier. I’d crawl to the field if I ...
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