He broke all of his promises, those to himself, and to her. But what are words? Vacant, thin as paper, a succession of small wounds. “You’ll be a star,” he told her. “A super model.” The photo shoot began like all the others, tedious in its own way. Silken lingerie, corsets pressing the breasts up and mounded. Dreamy skin of a young girl.
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