She was a really beautiful woman with the build of a model . One of those ones you see on the Paris catwalks but not so skinny . She was a bit more curvy . I would say she was gorgeous but not that usual gorgeous of blond and blue eyed . A different kind of gorgeous . Dark and moody . She had sleek jet black hair so black that it almost had reflections of blue in the sun . Her mum on the other hand was slightly chubby not fat but chubby . While she was tall her mum was of medium height . When l first went to her house she showed me some photos of herself when she was around 13 to 14 and l saw that then she had been a lanky teenager . Now she had matured into a woman . Sometimes when she put her hair up and took off her make up she looked really cute because she looked much younger than 23 . Make up made her look far more mature . Her friend was a bit dumpy and l think she maybe ate too much . Not really fat but someone who needed to lose a few kilos . Her friend had bushy eyebrows and she should have had them seem to but she seemed not to care .
Over the years l lost sight of her but after around 16 years absence l saw her again and she was still a really fine handsome woman . I mean absolutely a woman you could not not notice .
She said to me that l had got old and l replied yeh that’s true but you’ve become more mature and you are still beautiful . In my mind l thought she had become a handsome woman still beautiful but she had lost that youthful cuteness . I asked her how her mum was and she replied “mama is a bit frail and doesn’t walk very much “ . She said to me “ l see you have lost your beard . I don’t know if l prefer you as clean shaven or with a beard .”
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