"You look
like you
might be
famous." He
said and she
cranberried. She
cranberried. She
always did. Cran-
berry red as
merry cran-berry-go-round.
Seventeen
eyes, a shy
smile, the
portrait of
famished
fameninity.
"Are you?
Are you famous?
you look
like you
might be."
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