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“If My Daughter’s A General, Then I’m A Ballerina,” He Said—Until The Doors Opened

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privacy. I wanted my parents to be proud of me.”

Finn appeared then, looking between us with growing alarm. “What’s going on?”

“Your sister,” my father said hoarsely, “is apparently a general.”

“What?”

I closed the credential case and tucked it away. “I didn’t come here to embarrass you. I came here to be seen. Just once. As who I actually am, not who continue reading …

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