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“I’m not nervous,” Som lied, adjusting her breastplate. Underneath, her body was a sculpted work of discipline—hormones had softened her skin, given her small breasts, but she still had the broad shoulders of the farmer’s son she once was. She used those shoulders to her advantage in her signature number: a military-meets-samba routine.

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