Toes frozen, hands shoved in pockets, head down and body braced against the wind, I shove in line between shivering girls, hoping that I’ve found my spot. Amid nervous chatter and increasingly loud moans, the recruitment counselors bark out our names.
“Two minutes!” they shout at us. Time to unzip our coats, revealing our formal dresses and skirts. My bare legs are purple, and I can’t wiggle my toes anymore.
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