prologue

...I did work, he signed contracts.
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...I did job interviews, he did magazine interviews.
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...I drunk water, he drank Five hundred dollar bottles of expensive wine.
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...i got nagged for a living, he got pampered at his feet.

We were different, yet somehow we met and i became his new interest.

If only i found out sooner what type of interest it was sooner.. What did i do to deserve this?

...Nothing...

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