We used to talk sometimes. He would deny that now if I were to remind him, but it's true that he once look me in the eye and respond to my eager questions in the wonderful way only he could, with a pompous edge to his deep voice and perhaps a subtle toss of the head. Little parts of my day that I once would have deemed insignificant came to define that wonderful era of my life when he did not yet know my true feelings and I could be myself in his presence.
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I'm a helpless romantic who finds herself falling in love with anything classically beautiful. My favorite books are "The Phantom of the Opera," "Rebecca," "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame" and Mark Twain's "Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc." My favorite writer is Victor Hugo. I'm a classical crossover singer (my dream role is Christine in Andrew Lloyd Webber's "The Phantom of the Opera") and a Joan of Arc enthusiast.
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