I have met a very special woman.
No I am not falling in love with her. I love my wife very much and have no intention of trading. If you knew my wife, you would know that for me to trade her in would be like swapping my Ferrari for a Hyundai Excel.
No I don't own a Ferrari. It's a metaphor. All I am saying is that this special woman is not special because she makes my heart go 'thumpity-thump' whenever she walks in the room. She's not special because she knows what I am thinking before I think it. None of that mushy crap.
In fact I don't even know her. I don't know her name. I just saw her walking down the street. So, what then? What makes her so special? What it is it about her that is different from EVERY other woman I know?
Her hair is only one colour.
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