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Gloria is the lass all the college boys fancied. In fact, she
was the one they dreamed of marrying. Yet, when she walks
through the door at the reunion, she’s unrecognizable! In
truth, she looks like a wrinkled drag queen. A ravishing beauty,
she is no more. Her once pert breasts now hang down like
spaniel ears. Seeing her makes me glad I’ve kept in shape! The
hours spent working out in our private gym and spa each night
have paid off.  Marrying a successful surgeon has its perks! Of
course my tan is from weeks aboard our yacht, ‘Cloudless.’
We escape bitterly cold weather by sailing to sunnier climes.
The Caribbean is where we always celebrate Christmas and
New Year. We sip champagne as fireworks explode in starry
streams of gold and silver sparkles in dark inky blue skies.
The room falls silent, all eyes on me as I sashay to Gloria and
we embrace, kissing the air as we did when we were young. All
evening we reminisced. I'm glad I was an ugly duckling. That’s
how I met, Max. My facial reconstruction proved he was the best
plastic surgeon in the world.  He performed with the skill of
an haute couture designer and lifted me from depths of dark
depression. I was totally transformed into a catwalk model and
when we married, I knew my future would always be bright.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright

Lord Byron – She Walks in Beauty

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