Saturday, May 20, 2017

When They Stop Taking Pictures

“When they stop taking pictures, it’s all over,” she said, lighting a Satin cigarette. She spoke with a languorous southern drawl.
     “How do you stand it? Being the center of attention all the time?”
     “How do you stand being a nobody all the time?”
     “People adore you.”
     “And I adore people, darling...”
     “It would drive me crazy. All the attention.”
     “My life is never dull.”
     “Again. That would be crazy-making for me.”
     “Oh, stop being such a child.”
     “I’m only seven!”

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