August 2009
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She was a thin drink of water that wandered in to my life. I could see her hesitate to pull off her driving gloves when she saw the condition of my office. She stood there in a dress, no longer pristine, that sang of better and easier times. You could tell by the look on her face that I was her last hope. Just what I needed, another needy dame begging me to find their father or lover and restore...