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33 Los Angeles Like an older sister who wasn’t quite as pretty you were never expected to become much, only to settle your larger body into the practicality of middle age. You were never expected to be charming like the younger one who could enchant. There was something about your proportions that was indelicate—your more abundant waist. She always had the poetic suitors who came to visit. You always opened the door. Nobody expected it and you never told about the lover who met you loose and large in the late afternoon and loved you all night, completely out of proportion. ...

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