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           ShehadalotofFrenchscentwhichIgaveheronandshewasreallymadeupforthefirsttimesinceshewaswithme;shehadthedressonanditreallysuitedher,itwasacreamycolour,verysimplebutelegant,leavingherarmsandherneckbare.Itwasn’tagirl’sdressatall,shelookedarealwoman.Herhairwasdoneuphighunlikebefore,veryelegant.Empire,shecalledit.Shelookedjustlikeoneofthosemodelgirlsyouseeinmagazines;itreallyamazedmewhatshecouldlooklikewhenshewanted.Irememberhereyesweredifferenttoo,she’ddrawnblacklinesroundthemsoshelookedsophisticated.Sophisticated,that’sexactlytheword.Ofcourse,shemademefeelallclumsyandawkward.IhadthesamefeelingIdidwhenIhadwatchedanimagoemerge,andthentohavetokillit...Imean,thebeautyconfusesyou,youdon’tknowwhatyouwanttodoanymore,whatyoushoulddo.

           "Well?"shesaid.Sheturnedround,showingoff.

           Verynice,Isaid.

           "Isthatall?"Shegavemealookunderhereyebrows.Shelookedarealsensation.

           Beautiful,Isaid.Ididn’tknowwhattosay,IwantedtolookatherallthetimeandIcouldn’t.Ifeltsortoffrightened,too.

           Imean,weseemedfurtherapartthanever.AndIknewmoreandmoreIcouldn’tlethergo.

           Well,Isaid,shallwegoup?

           "Nocords,nogag?"

           It’stoolateforthat,Isaid.That’sallover.

           "Ithinkwhatyou’redoingtoday,andtomorrow,isgoingtobeoneofthebestthingsthateverhappenedtoyou."