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Not a Fairy Tale. Romy Sommer
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Автор произведения Romy Sommer
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Not a Fairy Tale
ROMY SOMMER
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First published in Great Britain by HarperImpulse 2015
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For my mother, a pillar of strength to so many people.
Contents
If just one more person congratulated her on her loss, she would smack them. Nina gritted her teeth and smiled like a crazy person as she threaded her way through the crowd and along an outdoor walkway. Out on the terrace, she breathed in deeply. Not exactly fresh – no one would call LA air fresh – but the crisp February air was better than the suffocating warmth inside.
This was as close as she could get to crawling into a corner and letting the tears flow.
It’s just an award. It’s an honor to be nominated. There’s always next year. You’re in great company.
The platitudes were meaningless. Everyone in this town knew you were only as good as your next job and right now she didn’t have a next job. The history books were