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Oma Opal

“My grandmother was a real gem of a woman. A diamond, though her name was Opal. After I proposed to Sophie, Oma Opal never left her side. She was a bright woman and glittered spectacularly on Sophie’s finger, set in that silver band. When I say my grandmother was a diamond, I mean it.”

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