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it was.. and is!

Though I inquired and scoured around I made no headway in my search. I hesitated to even tell my boy- hood chum, fearing his ridicule. Anyway....this Duchess of crutches was my secret dream...not to be shared with anyone. Who could ever understand my rapture as I en- visioned this rare spectacle which disturbed me so sen- sually?

About this time I had a scrap with my pal and hadn't seen him for a week. The truth of the matter is, I had given him a shellacking and never expected to see him again. So...I sat brooding and daydreaming on the front steps, about 'her'. First I was rescuing the Duchess from a band of gangsters, then a snarling, ravening pack of timber-wolves or, better still, saving her life as she was about to go over a cliff to be smashed on the rocks below. I'd sweep her up in my arms, carry her to safety and she would cover me with kisses and vow undying love. Oooooooo, what an imagination I had! She was always smartly dressed as I had seen her that day when I followed her. Though my 'dream-girl' was probably about thirty- five it made no difference to me. Such is the power of 'love' to a teener. Like a school teacher crush.

My fantastic re very was soon broken by the appearance of my pal Chuck. I was contrite over my actions and we made up. Chuck asked me if I wanted to help him do a little job for a new lady in the neighborhood. "She makes the best cookies in the world and pays me good too. So with this inducement I went with him. He explained she was a crippled lady and she had asked him to do a few chores for her after school. If I helped him we'd both have a good thing of it, he suggested.

We hiked about four blocks from my house and came into the back yard of a six room bungalow. Chuck rapped on the door, It was shortly opened and....there stood my 'Duchess', on crutches! In a soft, pleasing voice she in- vited us in. I think I was actually shaking with pent-up emotion. I suppose I showed it, too, When Chuck intro- duced me and she shook my hand I nearly fainted. I knew she spotted my confusion. She smiled and asked if I had ever seen anyone on crutches before? I stammered out how sorry I was that she had gotten hurt.

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