It took all my self control not to let my hands wander. She was young and bright, little to no make-up except for lip-gloss, long, straight, glossy reddish blonde hair slightly past her shoulders. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. Not like my father. She decided to go on, after a momentary halt. “Before I heard much Wagnerian music I heard enthusiastic descriptions of it from a mistress I didn’t like at school. "I never went to school. “I’ve been through all that,” she went on, after a pause.
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