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“Look Nick,” she pointed at the reflection, “your head is at my waist. Am I too short for you?”
It took me few seconds to persuade my mind to concentrate on her question rather than on the view. The comparison was incredible. Was I dreaming again? What I saw was even more stunning than what I fancied several hours earlier. Breta was taller than I had imagined her to be – and she was there, in flesh. In flats.