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36| Rachelle
Approx twenty-one years earlier Minerva's heart had swelled with pride as she watched her daughter's willowy figure glide across the stage. Rachelle was the lead, again, in her final ballet before she left for the Royal Ballet School in London. The audience had given a standing ovation, just as they should, she thought. "You were magnificent, my poppit." She crushed her daughter in a hug. Rachelle hugged her back still coming down from the high of the performance. "Thanks mum." She wiped a sudden tear from her eye. "I'm going to miss you so much." "Shhh." Minerva soothed. "I've still got you for another two weeks." The teaching period didn't start for another 3 months but Rachelle was heading over to secure a job - she had a scholarship to the school but she had to pay for everything
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