She was 5 11" with the looks of a supermodel. Smart as a whip. And she liked all the things that I liked. There was no being tongue-tied. When I conversed with her, it was as if some divine source was cuing me. Indeed an extremely rare and beautiful gem. Amelia and I had a great time on the ski slope that day. I was confident Mom would have been pleased as punch to meet a girl that could match her incredible wit, intelligence, and good taste. It all seemed right. It all felt right. I had... Betrayed By My Mother!!! (in Another Incident)
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