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She was perfect. Perfect for me. What other kind of perfect exists?

How can it be said that something is perfect if it isn't perfect to that person who said it? Well to me, she was utter perfection. The kind of perfect that you picture in your mind, the kind that you don't really believe exists. Putting it mildly, it was completely shocking meeting her. Just being in her presence in those first moments threw me entirely off balance.

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