Abalone shell was the only thing on her mind half the time. Maybe that was the problem. She was a great girl, she just had a major obsession, one that had started when she was a little girl. Mom had a bed frame adorned with abalone shell that was so beautiful sometimes she would sit and watch it as the sun moved across the room.
The first time he met her he could see she had a certain look in her eye. He thought it has him, never suspecting that it was the distant glint of abalone shell. She would give it away as gifts, and even though she had done it hundreds of times, she felt a twinge of pain every time an abalone shell would leave her hands. It took him years to realize that he would never be able to compete with abalone shell for her attention, or affection, but he loved her so much he couldn't bring himself to leave her, even as she stared out into space, daydreaming shimmery memories of a time long gone by.
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