Jo  Singh

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I cross my arms over my chest, my head spinning. “If you’re not going to UI, then where are you going? What are you planning to do?” “I’ve joined the marines.” My jaw slackens. “You did what?” If he told me he joined the Bolshoi Ballet I wouldn’t have been any more surprised. “Cam pulled some strings, and he got me in. After training, I’m being deployed overseas for an initial stint.” I drop to the ground on my butt, barely feeling the sharp pain skittering up my spine. Tears prick my eyes. “You’re leaving me too?” And, yes, the prize for most selfish goes to me. He winces. “Never. I’ll always ...more
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