Golden Boy
[Mari] The static sleazy display of the golden boy mocks me back with a smile. How annoying. I want to rip that nasty grin off of that silly poster and burn it into black ashes. But even if I do, he would still be a beautiful man. And I would only look like a lunatic diva displaying tantrums over a plastic poster in front of the cinema house. How pathetic can I really get? Even just a silly poster could easily trigger me off. "It won't burn no matter how long you stare at it." That was Ina, my closest friend, one of the fewest people who can really understand my personality. She could read my mind so easily. And she's the only one who knew why I keep glaring at a picture of a handsome actor smiling adoringly towards a dreamy young teen star in his arms. "This can't be really selling th
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