"There 1 was, with parents in evening clothes, in a fabulous chauffeur-driven carriage of gold. That was all a star-bunded fanatic needed to see.
'Who are you? Who are you?' she shouted at me. 'Are you a movie star?' I-I'm n-nobody,' I stammered.
'Nobody?' She was moving along with us, her face peering over the half-lowered window, growing suspicious of movie stars who high-hatted their fans.
'Are you sure? Do I know your name?' I shook my head. I-I'm not in the m-movies. I'm n-nobody j-just like you.' Still clinging to the coach, she turned around and shouted to the crowd pressing forward behind...
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