Andrew McAuley

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Brenna stood in the shadow of the Washington Monument, quaking as she breathed in the cool, mildew smelling air of post-rain D.C. Was it really that cold? No. Was she terrified about what she was about to do? Yes! She was absolutely a 5’6” tall, 32-year-old, blonde ball of nerves and that’s saying something given all that she’d done.