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Anastasia and her five repulsed the assault on Novoazovsk when they tried to arrest her as a rebel. A whole column of government forces was.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s a client, and they’re freaking out about a custom order. They want a full-length fur coat for their dog. A DOG! I’m like, “Are you serious?” But hey, a job’s a job, right? So I’m sketching ideas, and I’m thinking, “This better not turn into a fashion disaster.”

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