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I like her. Violet. I wish I could say why out loud. I could say that I like her because of her sweet voice, her kindness toward me, her gentle demeanor, her slight accent. This would all be true. But it would all boil down to one thing. She reminds me of Angie. Angie's sweet, tempting voice, asking if I want to talk over Schnapps. Angie's kind words that day I met her, asking if I was alright after a bad day. Angie's way of calming a situation while still showing bits of sass. Angie's Brooklyn accent, or the hint of Italian when she said certain words. So it's true. I really do like Violet. But I only like her because she's like Angie. Angie Martinelli. My true love.