He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. I worshipped her and subdued myself. Then she goes to a dramatic agent. “That’s the point. She took refuge in beating her pillow and inventing insulting epithets for herself. “How will you live?” she appealed.
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