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[color=997D68]“I am fine, ser.”[/color]

Lubna looked back to the man who had identified himself as Michael Daunte. 

It appeared he wished to be seen through informal language yet he was still using formal niceties like “lady” to address others. She thought to his question if she was for observation duty and it honestly guffawed her just a smidge he would ask such a question. No, she was here to clean the floor of the observation trenches! Of course she was here for duty. It wasn’t an assignment she had been personally given by her superiors but it was one they didn’t object to her doing when she arrived in the milk of the moon at the other observation post.

[color=997D68]“I am comfortable.”[/color] She insisted as she stood firm and alert, [color=997D68]“Leisure doesn’t suit a soldier.”[/color]




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