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Perched on an old furniture factory, she told me of her life. How very lonely she was. She didn't get to meet many people, she saw them... but only at a distance. From behind, as they ran screaming down the street away from her titanic beauty. Sometimes they'd stop and take photos, but mostly it was running and screaming. The almost constant rocket barrages from the National Guard did help matters... poor girl... I considered proposing on the spot... but I chose to wait for the right moment.