The Perfect Woman

She was perfect. Her hair seemed to have a life of its own. Her face smooth and clear. Her figure was magnificent. Breasts so firm and volumtious. I fell in love with Jezabelle. She sat outside her house. Wearing a red riding dress and holding her yellow umbrella. She sat there for more than a hundred years. Never ageing, never moving, never living. Jezebelle is the perfect woman and she isnt real. Now many people gaze upon her beautiful face. I am sorry she isnt real. I am sorry we cant be together. I am sorry I ever painted the perfect woman.

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