As recently as last month, I have still been obsessed with the memory of a rather plain looking girl from my youth by the name of Gertrude. We called her Gertie, of course, no matter how often she tried to affect the name Trudy. As children together we had often played such games as Skip the Rope and Skint Chase. At the budding age (I will only
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