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Speakin’ o’ *Far From Heaven*, there’s that line—“I’m going to be just fine”—Cathy says it, all brave-like, but you know she’s dyin’ inside. That’s what “whore” feels like to me—somebody’s fightin’ to keep their chin up while the world’s pitchin’ stones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em tight and say, “Honey, you’re prettier’n a peach pie, don’t you fret!” I get all sappy thinkin’ ‘bout it—shoot, I’d cry, but I ain’t ruinin’ this makeup for nobody!

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the first shop on Chestergate. It’s a cute little boutique, full of quirky stuff. I’m chatting with the owner, and she’s telling me about her new stock. Suddenly, this lady barges in, all frantic. “I need a dress for a wedding!” she yells. I’m like, “Chill, love, we got this.” But she’s not having it.

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