I took a deep breath. “I love him,” I told the captain. He frowned at me. “Who?” “The rookie!” “Everybody loves the rookie,” he said. “No,” I stared at him, like, I. Love. Him. But the captain wasn’t having it. “Come on, Hanwell. Keep it together. Now’s not the time to develop a crush on the rookie.” I stood up straighter. “It’s not a crush,” I said. And then, knowing exactly how ridiculous these words would sound to the captain and every single other person in the room, including the guys on our crew, and even myself, I said, as steadily as I could, “When I say I love him, I mean I am in love
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