I once had a girlfriend just like the Vincent Comet. She was clever, pretty and enthusiastic: you really couldn’t fault her.
The problem was that she had a sister who was even brighter, stunningly beautiful and was legendary in her enthusiasm for those activities for which she was ideally suited.
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Whenever the two ladies were seen together, my girlfriend was virtually ignored while her sister was worshipped.
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