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27. Diana
"So my Mother and Chelsea's father are originally from the United Kingdom. And even though they came here as little children, European culture is strong in my family." - I answered with a giggle, enjoying Vanya's hand lazily grazing the naked skin on my back. - "Don't even try to call European football soccer in front of Chelsea. I think that's the most plausible reason for her to actually kill someone." "Noted." - Vanya nodded - "Although remember I'm not originally from the States either, and for me a bunch of guys throwing a ball with their hands is hardly a foot-ball." "Then you should be safe." - I patted his hard chest. This was hands down the best weekend I could imagine. I can't remember the last time I was so completely relaxed and free of any cares. Yet, since we got here,
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