State of Grace

State of Grace

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Alannah Turner loves to travel. She's been doing it her whole life. It also helps that her parents are filthy rich. Or were rich. But now, her parents want her to move half way across the country to live with her wealthy, aristocratic family in hopes that she will be able to win them over to share their money with them. How low can you get? Of course she wouldn't tell her parents that because they would kick her out of the house. They are the no nonsense type. And to make matters worse, they are going to make her drive there. Across the whole country. In a little Sudan. Who knows what could happen? Will Alannah accept her new, temporary home as her state of grace?
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