Stacey Gloria Lauren Robinson

"Hey Mom, did you hear?"

"No, dear, what?"

"The regiment is back."

"What regiment is that, dear?"

"The Montral fusiliers, you remember the one with the nice Commissar?"

"Oh, yes, the one you and Linda did that paper on?" Stacey the older, hid her blush, reminiscing.

"Yeah, not that the teachers liked the paper, they felt it was glamourizing foreigners and gave us a bad grade..."

"Silly girl, an A- isn't a bad grade, not when it raised your average to an A."

"I guess, but it's still disappointing when I expected an A+, they did sell our story to that cast channel."

"Hrmph, that can't be changed now, but you say the Commissar is back?"

Stacey jr noticed her mom's interest, it wasn't her usual aloofness. "Mom, I know he was nice looking, is there something you're not telling me?"

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