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By Diane Williams, Guest-Edited by Frederic Tuten
December 15, 2006
Her face was too white and the skin was thickened and shadowed and defined by a deep rich pink luster and her house is filled with moquette furnishings.
Throughout the woman’s recent history, the man says to her, “You deserve it!”
With this kind of feeling and tone gaining, the next situation tumbles right out of their surroundings in which there are valuable bronze pieces, moose heads, golden lighting, pines and spruces, an iron fence.
Either one of them says, “We will have many happy hours together and I am looking forward to that!” and this notion is very beautiful, but there is no little hill or even little valley to put it on or into.
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