“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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