Hello, sweetheart.
Rising young star, was it?
Exceptionally talented and luxuriously beautiful, like no one's ever seen?
Humble and contrite and dense and loud.
Weren't you just saying you had all you ever wanted?
Aren't you every young woman's dream, every mother's pride?
The world is watching: they are waiting for a miracle.
They expect it, right? They know.
So, sweetheart.
Why are you crying in the corner, wishing and wanting?
What did you forget?
And who did you leave behind?
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