"You Glow." There was a brief silence. "Really… You think so?" A tentative response. "Oh, yes… I mean: sometime women merely… shine… But you glow…" "Now you’re just… well… Being too much…" "No…no…no…I would not lie about a thing like that…truly… The halo around your head…gives it away. You know…Like when the moon has a halo… It is really obvious." A lot of smiling all 'round. The woman glanced about. The other couples were deep in their own conversations. To be hon

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