This is for the delightful Mademoiselle Fawcett. Who claimed I did not do her justice in my earlier story. So...
I have met a woman. No. The woman. Next to her she forces all others into pale imitations. Diluted. Washed out. Sunbleached and envious moons
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Otherwise, I do believe this is your best piece of literature yet.
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I am not so surprised.
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That's because you know it's great as well. Possibly even close to epic.
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Isn't that odd? I wrote it in a matter of minutes.
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