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Her parents had decided that Anastasia needed a change of scenery, something to calm down her wild and irresponsible attitude, something to make her presentable and keep their family's reputation intact. For the next seven months she would be tagging along with her uncle Herb who coached the US olympic hockey team. Her parents were sure that this experience would teach her to be a responsible adult and give her a rude awakening to reality. ✽✾✽✾✽✾✽✾✽✾✽✾✽✾✽✾✽✾ BTW I UPDATE EVERY WEDNESDAY
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