She was blinded by the sequins and in a fit of rage, she murdered herself---
She was enchanted by nothing, owed nothing to no one, and in her darkest hour, she would be remembered for all the wrong things---
She was a poor example of what could come of the wealthy and what riches could be wasted on the rich---
She was fond of no one, save for her hairless dog, who reminded her that everyone doesn't get what they want---
The only constant in her life was that of the lifeless memories that, with each passing day, grew further and further from relevance---
She died [would have] at the foot of the stairs in dilapidated mansion at the bottom of paradise---
Everything was just as it should have been, in the pulp she read as a child, in the imagination she fancied one of a kind, save for her, and the dimes on the Chinese rug near her bed---
Are these different perspectives, or just various notes from one person's begrudging perspective? This line didn't really make a lot of sense to me:
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I always like your period pieces, especially because they always feel like a good foundation or outline to what could always be a longer more compelling story with characters the reader might come to love, and will almost certainly become more invested in.
Very colorful! I hope we don't fall on the dimes! The picture is enchanting!!!
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