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It's a very special day...
At a cold ice rink, somewhere in the wilds of Nova Scotia, a group of 9 year old hockey stars are huddled around their coach. Up in the stands a shivering group of moms wearing thick coats are watching with a mixture of pride and boredom. A man wearing a long dark overcoat slips unobtrusively into the stands, making his way towards them. His eyes are searching out one in particular: a tall, slim, woman wearing a turtle-neck and jeans who has a notebook and pencil in hand. She seems to be writing…
'Mary? Mary Carroll?'
The woman turns in surprise. All the other moms, the boys out on the rink and the coach, a particularly handsome man who looks like he would be capable of flashing a wireless router and clearing out a hard drive without blinking an eyelid, are watching with big grins that suggest they are all in on the secret.
The man smiles broadly, producing a large red leather book and a microphone. His voice booms out, 'St Margarets, welcome to your 'Days of Destiny.'
'Mary? Mary Carroll?'
The woman turns in surprise. All the other moms, the boys out on the rink and the coach, a particularly handsome man who looks like he would be capable of flashing a wireless router and clearing out a hard drive without blinking an eyelid, are watching with big grins that suggest they are all in on the secret.
The man smiles broadly, producing a large red leather book and a microphone. His voice booms out, 'St Margarets, welcome to your 'Days of Destiny.'
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