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some low-level agent, ba
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ing art-house cinema I'
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spread through
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amous faces smiling at me
ke I was
fore a major international distribut
be annoyed, to lea
cancelled
side, brought me
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ldly man, showing
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, his eyes
t histo
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led, impossib
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sume?" she said, her
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ld me... so li
polite smile on her lip
ike an as
hre
toria observed, stirring
likes...
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he *cares*. He cares for
rward, her vo
on. You're a placeholder, a pleasant dist
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amed. "Let's find out. A
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us. A little wardrobe malfunction befo
ed, watc
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in my gut. T
ugly part of me
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ok as I typed out the fake
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ute pas
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at me when he dedi
d to
my phone re
h on my other line – a burner pho
e was tr
o worried about my dress. Offered
ve washed
ll you?" Victoria as
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y? In a m
was
felt from him
toria "ran into me"
rcus's hand possess
ed sweet
ng! So good
diculously ornate mo
once, just because I admired a little tiara there.
icked to mi
d film festival? We had such memories ther
as a small,
lt s
few nights later, I
rcus's executives, their
bad for Sinclair. Nev
Europe? Always coincided with her film p
ked into place,
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y gala was
nsisted
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Victoria, who watched with
g her he'd moved on, tr
like a
ourse, Victoria pressed h
ured, her voice faint. "My migr
instantly a
home," he sai
at me as he led Vict
ned. P
the fin
artment, my cheeks bu
to UCLA's film program. I'd deferred it
esigned, vintage-style clapp
on it: "O
it into the trash can with
ry. Wha
essentials. My clothes
a, his most precious possession h
he bedroom
ilk robe clinging to her,
here now. In M
o soon, li
the Super 8 camera
perfectly manicured fi
s old. Probabl
led it c
n cold. "Pl
her voice soft bu
king you could ever be more than a temporary amusement.
her's
y eyes. I couldn'
tantly, I san
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rds ch
made a small sound,
ver nothing, he
om her hand, arcin
e two carpeted steps leading into the sunken part
marble floor with
the room, his fa
the steps, clutching her ank
angry I found her packing to sneak away! She atta
n't even l
as a physi
his fingers diggi
teful litt
wn a flight of stairs, to his exp
ved me
hut, the lock clicking w
ess.
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loor, shivering, clutching th
the loc
silhouetted against
uper 8 camera. It
id, his voice flat,
forget thi
a cellar for hours because
actions, no remor
e even considered I
amera, my ha
oldened, bega
arrive
t exclusive Hollywood part
necklace Marcus had gifted *me* weeks ago, claim
was a fresh
my class
, trying to build a wall aroun
a raw, personal piece, t
he festival, m
I saw
ntering the auditorium
in the VI
cquaintances, sycophants who knew
dly, "Marcus, darling! Do you remember that littl
ned to me, t
er voice dripping with false sweetness, loud en
do you k
ly at me. His eyes w
nited front with Victori
ife," he said, his voice carry
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in. I would not le
ag
was Marcus'
arty at his mansion, the
one-way ticket t
reathe air that wasn't th
be LA, maybe screenwriting
safe, that was th
done. His pa
ng, I pulled
short text
he Majestic is safe, so our arrangeme
it
my phone and walk
my's absence
ease that grew with
uzzed. A te
rea
" "Goo
slammed
ng her. Straig
sperate pani
oring the confused calls of his gue
apartment he'd
mostl
e gone. Her boo
chen trash
erboard. "Our St
to the coffeemaker, sat t
a small,
embled as h
nt more than you know. I hope you f
ords, the quiet dignity, hit
ool, the note clu
nuine, aching tenderness he'd mistaken
ing weight of his own
oyed somethi
broke
, she w