There is thus far, this further, far away, venture and adventure:
A beautiful young woman, Adair, leaves her loving Nebraska family and community to go to NYC. There, she meets a woman named Ghislaine.
Simple enough, true enough, strong enough.
Straightforward.
Yet, why even mention this one chance encounter?
Between a beautiful woman named Adair, and another named Ghislaine?
Adair had met many beautiful women, not just this one, named Ghislaine.
The truth is, Adair had never met any woman she didn’t consider beautiful.
This is the truth. Adair, with a flair, a flair for beauty fair, judging beauty beware, cared.
What are you doing to a woman to judge her ugly? Or less beautiful than others? Plain. Plain Jane. For one thing, Adair had noticed a Plain Jane was a woman who didn’t use make-up. If a Plain Jane began using make-up, she was no longer a Plain Jane. Make-up cost money, moolah, $$$$. No one wants to be a Plain Jane. If you can afford to not be plain, and you can, fork over the moolah, as explained, to beauty be gained.
Spam of Human Affection 
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