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Chloe’s eyes welled up—real tears, not the glycerin kind. Vivian continued, her voice a low, gravelly river of memory. "I am not your cautionary tale. I am your blueprint. Go be magnificent. And when you get to my age, and some boy in a hoodie tells you to be less seasoned —you tell him you're a goddamn vintage wine. And he can't afford you."

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Vivian laughed—a real, throaty, sixty-two-year-old laugh. "No, darling. That was my life. You'll get your own lines soon enough. Just don't let them edit you down to a footnote." Chloe’s eyes welled up—real tears, not the glycerin kind

Darren ran his hands over his face. "That's… that's not the script." Chloe’s eyes welled up—real tears