It was risky for them to meet, but somehow, the laws of historicity made it happen, one day. She was as pink as a child's cheek seemingly swollen by a big piece of gum the kid had been masticating assiduously for a few hours. Ah yes, to masticate...mastic gum....mastiha from Chios....hmmmm.....also a type of incense. In fact, let me rephrase this. Those were, in fact, not the laws of historicity that presided over their encounter, but rather the laws of associative logic that made the seemingly unexpected encounter take place, for better and for worse, the scales tipping in one direction or another according to the weather and the moods of the people who knew them. No one really knows how it all started to tell you the truth. But there it was one day with the full force of evidence, a fusion of the serious and solemn and the not-so-serious, a little bit like Charles and Diana in that period when Princess Diana had not yet revealed all the depth of her tormented soul and wrecked marriage (by Charles) to the public and people thought she might have sold nylon stockings back in the days and looked a bit trashy. But this is not about those Royals. This is a different story whose uniqueness is reflected in the names of the protagonists.....
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