A safe haven

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In a cruel, cold and empty world everyone needs a safe haven, as for Stacy Adams her safe haven was Louisville. It has always been a place where she felt alive, free and fulfilled. While others swoon over havens with hilltops, green meadows and old fashioned cottages, Stacy had a whole different idea of safe haven.
Hers was full of life, glamour, fame and unspeakable power. She was the centre of attraction in Louisville, she was the new girl in town and the only girl that matters. Every girl wants to be her friend, every boy wants to be her boyfriend, even adults wants to be associated with her. In Louisville, Stacy was the centre of entertainment.
Meanwhile in the outside world Stacy could easily be described as an average girl, with no fibre of popularity, has very little to say and with few friends. After a hard day at work, she settles down on her comfy bed as she lies down as she boards her private jet to Louisville.

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