“And how is my little dumpling tonight” he asked, lighting the candles to illuminate the teacup he had handed her, ready for the toast to her resolution to stop the sad voyage into another drunken tirade. His celebrity was at stake. She couldn’t seem to visualize how her signature behavior when caught in these states of embarrassment diminished his value as a commodity in the world of film.

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