By the time most kids mastered the word "mummy," I was fluent in two languages. Guns were my toys, knives my playthings, and martial arts my idea of a play date. Victory over my targets was my lullaby-until I met my greatest enemy: teenage life. And her disastrous sidekick. Boys. "Agent B92, welcome to Christian Brothers Academy." Warning: may cause uncontrollable laughter, jaw-dropping plot twists, and a sudden urge to join a spy academy. Highest ranking #1 inSpy
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