She had a crisscross pattern of wrinkles splattered across her face from a lifelong habit of expressing conflicting emotions. 

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Dressed nearly too well to be noticed it was the red paint on her fingernails that distinguished her from the wallpaper and the blue in her eyes that arrested his attention. Ralph had been craving his encounter for weeks. Diana, the sharp tongued columnist for the Jamesland Gazette stood at the edge of the room convincingly focusing her attention on the hem of her sleeve. Undeterred by her indifference Ralph approached; his flush face and nervous grin not going unnoticed.

But that was 50 years ago...

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