Almost beating him at his own game

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Carly I woke up at the crack ass of dawn. I'm so damn tired right now but I have to do this to prove to him he's not better than anyone, especially me. I've showered and done what every person does when they wake. I am wearing my combat trousers and military boots. I've had them since I came to camp. It was “compulsory” or some s**t like that. My boots crunch over the gravel pavement that leads onto the assault course. He's standing there grinning. “Glad you made it Miss. Evans. And on time to.” I have the urge to roll my eyes but I won't so I nod instead. “So are we going to get this over and done with or what?” “We're just waiting on two soldiers to take our timings, so there's no cheating.” “Sure, fine whatever.” “You need to get rid of that shitty attitude Miss Evans.” “I'm a

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