7 Tumult of deployments: where a life takes you. In the city, she could be woman instead of girl. Already she knew beauty as danger; wary but growing expert at what it meant. Amid the clatter of cocktail glasses, he stumbled toward her, his desire and its curved arrows. Did she smooth her pencil skirt, arch her eyebrow higher? I am still learning about my own capacities.
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