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... them—the hum of engines, the rustle of night air, even Daniel’s small hand in mine.
All that existed were the two outstretched arms, the two contrasting gazes—warm and searing.
I felt like I was at a proverbial crossroad, as if the choice before me carried far more weight than just deciding whose car would take me home.
Dammit, I should have just brought my own car. In hindsight, walking to OTS so the fresh morning air could calm my nerves before the final challenge had ...
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