Dad quit the government service and we moved to the big town where he ran a business with his siblings and father. As a newbie in town, we lived in a third floor apartment while looking for a place to call home. I remember the shiny parquet flooring.
When Dad went to work, Mum became friendly with the neighbours, especially this American lady. She had a daughter. Think she was blonde with blue eyes. But, Cathy is a faded memory. Kathy or Cathy, now a blur.
On the ground floor corner of our apartment block was a toy store. There, I would spend my hard earned 10 cents on a fake ring for Cathy, or was it Kathy.
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Ah, the romantic. What would our world be like without them? You being a romantic at such a young age is delightful. As I was reading, I thought that you were going to talk about how you found a very expensive diamond ring underneath the carpet. As a result, you helped your dad buy a big house where you had your private room to look at girly magazines are just daydream about girls with big, creamy white, boobs and hard pink nipples. I imagine that you still did that in your room on the third-floor apartment.
hahaha, Sassy Southern Woman, I was more interested in finding a play friend than hot women. The latter came later *wink wink*
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