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Ann Orthur
Just after her fifteenth birthday Ann suffered a traumatic head injury, by accident, and missed the next eight months of her life. After waking from her coma she became convinced that she could, an...ver maisJust after her fifteenth birthday Ann suffered a traumatic head injury, by accident, and missed the next eight months of her life. After waking from her coma she became convinced that she could, and should, teach the world to dance. She secured funding for her dance licence, once she'd recovered, and ran a succesful studio.
She thought she married the man of her dreams until he was indefinitely detained by the authorities on suspicion of illegally impersonating a person.
Money worries came. She, at first reluctantly, experimented with exotic dancing. Financial presssure soon evaporated. She ran a venue for many years until the compulsory closure of her multi award-winning exotic dance club due to a pandemic. She thought to persue a new direction. Besides, her hips were not what they used to be.
She found work as a remote youth helper. Using her years of experience to help counsel and advise. Ann is childless and at her age and condition is likely to stay so. She began to write some stories, between calls, on an old reconditioned laptop from her neighbour: Peps Jovic.
Mr. Jovic read the stories when Ann had had one of her "episodes" and he was looking after her and her dog. He suggested some vague alterations, maybe chopping a few bits out and then stitching most of what remained into this barely coherent story.
They now realise writing is hard and probably best left to experts.
Ann intends to return the laptop.
Mr. Jovic is gonna wind his neck in.
No apologies are offered for any amateur mistakes or errors herewithin.
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