Three years later, my business was real. I had a name in the industry.At an event, I overheard some young actors gossiping.Vivian had gone home with the worst director in town just to land a one-line walk-on.Hadn't come out. No one had bothered going after her.For a second, something stirred in me.If she'd ever been honest with herself, maybe...Maybe it wouldn't have ended like this.I don't have enemies.I also don't grieve for people who got what they deserved.Vivian made her own bed.A rainy day. I was sorting through old things at home and found an old photo album.Photos of me and Angelo.I flipped through it.I stopped on one.Both of us in cheap, clean white shirts. Smiles wide open. Nothing behind them.I was holding a bottle of Coke, drinking, relaxed.He was beside me, holding the pull-tab from the Coke can, sliding it onto my finger.Looking at that girl in the photo, laughing like nothing was wrong, I felt a brief, dull sadness.Not for him. For that time.If I'd had
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