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, giving me a q
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s, I saw them scan my face, looking f
would have been a comfort.
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my award-winner f
ipt was
and technically impossible camera directions. I' d written it las
f, unenthusia
Frowns appeared.
ceptible frown on her own face. She was expecting br
o her pocket, where I knew s
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it. The fi
dge cleared
tle but firm. "This is... not q
feels forced,"
it' s rather derivati
criticism. The
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ed off
ented "her" script – my t
es were
learly confused after her usually mediocre submissi
pale. "I... I don't underst
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