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She was a bit older but she wore her years with grace and subtlety. Her lines were the very definition of classic. We danced briefly; she insisted I hold her close; given her build there was no alternative. She moved lithely on her achingly long legs.
I wanted her. Badly.
But I was 19 and broke, and I knew there was no way to talk my dad into lending me the money. So I had to walk away from that lovely Austin Healy 100-6. I think about her to this day.
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