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MEGAN
“Paperwork wouldn’t take as long if you knew how to do more than hunt and peck.”
I tilted my head to glance around the computer monitor. Dan’s familiar face had a wide grin.
I narrowed my eyes. “They didn’t have a typing class at the academy.”
He wiggled his fingers in the air as if he were a magician ready to pull a rabbit from a hat. “A semester in high school was all I needed to become a pro.”
I thought of the GED I received in juvie, where learning how to type definitely hadn’t been part of the curriculum. Not that he knew anything about that. No one did since my record as a minor had been sealed.
“Everyone’s got their skills,” I countered. “No matter how hard I try, I’ll never be as good a typist as you. I mean, you’ll never be as talented a shooter as I am, so I’d say
