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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

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and technically impossible camera directions. I' d written it las

f, unenthusia

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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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ented "her" script – my t

es were

learly confused after her usually mediocre submissi

pale. "I... I don't underst

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