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Rachel Martin was completely aware of the unspectacular nature of her life. She grew up in New York and hardly ever crossed the state border. She was twenty three years old. Since graduating from high school she had flitted between temp jobs – mostly secretarial work with some shop assistant work as well. Her lack of ambition didn’t thrill her parents. But the way Rachel saw it, was that if one day she found out what she really wanted to do, then she would throw herself wholeheartedly into that. In the mean time there was no point getting uptight about what most people would see as a lack of progress in her life. For the time being she lived for the weekends, loving to go out with her friends and dance the night away. She got plenty of attention from males, the vast majority of which she rejected and most of them accepted the rejection. The ones who wouldn’t leave her alone were the only things that put Rachel off her nights out. She just wanted to go out and have fun dancing. She quite reasonably couldn’t understand why her dancing was seen as a come on to guys.
One of the many young ladies in New York that had such an existence had been plucked from the crowd to be involved in a most spectacular chain of events.
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