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“
What
sort
of
basic
training
did
you
have
in
mind
?
”
I
ask
,
my
voice
slightly
too
high
,
betraying
my
wish
to
sound
as
natural
,
disinterested
,
and
calm
as
I
can
with
my
hormones
wreaking
havoc
through
my
body
.
“
Well
,
as
you
’
re
sore
,
I
thought
we
could
stick
to
oral
skills
.
”
I
choke
on
my
tea
,
and
I
stare
at
him
,
eyes
wide
and
mouth
gaping
.
He
pats
me
gently
on
the
back
and
passes
me
some
orange
juice
.
I
cannot
tell
what
he
’
s
thinking
.
“
That
’
s
if
you
want
to
stay
,
”
he
adds
.
I
glance
up
at
him
,
trying
to
recover
my
equilibrium
.
His
expression
is
unreadable
.
It
’
s
so
frustrating
.
“
I
’
d
like
to
stay
for
today
.
If
that
’
s
okay
.
I
have
to
work
tomorrow
.
”
“
What
time
do
you
have
to
be
at
work
tomorrow
?
”
“
Nine
.
”
“
I
’
ll
get
you
to
work
by
nine
tomorrow
.
”
I
frown
.
Does
he
want
me
to
stay
another
night
?
“
I
’
ll
need
to
go
home
tonight
—
I
need
clean
clothes
.
”
