I CAN’T DECIDE. Each time I have opened the complete sixth size leather case, with “Pretlove”, the diesinker, stamped on the covers I try to determine why I like the youngster’s retaped dag. Was it her pose, those lovely eyes or the odd hairstyle? Maybe the girl’s mellow overall appearance. Once the filthy glass was replaced I noticed to my dismay that a scoundrel had mistreated the lass and made wipes across her torso and on top of her shoulder. Rich tarnish is visible and slight red blush on her cheeks.
