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4…3… the last jump, and… Applause That's how I got into the Australian Dance Academy. I had already danced in other companies, in other countries, thanks to my father's work, which is transferred every 3 years. However, this time would be different, I would decide my future. I would stay at a gym I liked, make friends and build my career on my own. My name is Katie Swan. I'm 17 years old.
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