He'd heard the warnings. But this was 1921. The stuff was falling out of favor, but not with him. The studio exec had already warned him he was putting on too much weight. And in his last picture, even he could see he was looked bloated. Who cared if it cost him a grand a week. It was worth it if it kept him on top.
Dorothy never understood.
He was better off without her.
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General FictionA short story about a 1920s silent film star and the insecurities that stardom brings.
