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"Probably the most beautiful woman on the planet," I agreed. "But you love me more," Rachel purred and nuzzled my chest. "You don't care if I grow old; you don't care if I get ugly. She told me that, proved it actually." "How did she do that?" I asked curiously. "She told me about the first time you made love to her. In a well lit room. And she showed me what she looked like, how ugly she was."