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It started as
an innocent afternoon...we chatted over wine and crumpets in the front
parlor of my 19th century beach front home. |
| VSGal's hair glimmered
radiantly in the sunlight as the haunting sound of Duke Ellington rose
above our ears...filling the room with romance and love...of Fashion. |
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The melody
was strong, the scent of fresh cut roses and peach wine intoxicated my
senses, her dress, my suit, the moment was too fashionable to let
go...
"May I have this
dance, Miss VS??"
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FORWARD>
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