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| Olivier |
I get up early and spend most evenings and week-ends sitting in a cold arena...
I sit at the edge of my seat, my stomach in knots, as I watch my two oldest sons step onto the ice...
I scream, I clap, I blow my horn...
We aren't home much and spend hours driving from town to town, from arena to arena...
I am a hockey mom...
I know, that I wouldn't change it for the world...
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| Joshua |


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