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"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question," I said. "Not really nosy, but it has to do with the pictures in the front room. Those are all of you, right?"
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other slightly. "Yes, they are. Most are fifteen or so years old, but yes."
"Were you a model then?"
She raised her eyebrows slightly. "No, not really. I was married by the time most of them were taken, deeply in love," she said, "with a man who turned out to have eyes for anything with legs and a size 36 chest."
"Oh, you mean you married an idiot?" I found myself flirting, or trying to.
"Why do you say that?"
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