But she was just a fairly pretty, fairly ordinary girl with a very silly mother, and she led a very stupid life.
She drank too much and took to her bed. And stayed there.
Horrify your loved ones! Use this as your desktop.
Diane Arbus found her there sometime in the 60s and skewered her, as was her wont, like a butterfly on a pin.
Now she is, if anything, just a lyric by Sondheim. I suppose a girl could do worse.
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