Q. Moore

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I had seen a million beautiful women. There wasn’t a woman in the very room I sat in who wasn’t pretty as hell. Still, something about her presence commanded every ounce of my attention. She was tall. Tall enough to make everyone in her vicinity take notice of her. Not just because of her height, but her stature spoke of regality. She was a queen in any room she entered. What the hell was she doing here?
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