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She was a smidgen short of 6 feet her brunette hair bobbed wisps tucked mischievously behind her ear she was what they call a tall drink delightful in all her presence her fingers long made to hold with a firm grip fitting her frame perfectly gliding nimbly across the keyboard she talked the entire time she was processing my papers her voice lilting the words spoken in her native tongue rolling off softly yet her mother language infused her words with the power to command she rose turning her hips designed to sway on the catwalk though build with such solid foundation to carry a child safely if she ever so desired I could envision her in such places as the beach or a chic bar captivating anyone near her I'm sure her accent caused by her native language as she spoke in the language of the country she was living in now would be entrancing charming anyone she chose as her audience I wished there was a picture of her I could show alas you and I can only dream of the spell she will put on her lover ~•~•~•~•~•~•~• a beautiful milieu