Norma Jeane

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Before she was an orphan she was just a normal little girl. She hated the orphanage. Every day was the same. She felt robbed, vulnerable, and utterly alone, even abandoned.

“Get up Norma Jeane,” Sister Mary said. “Breakfast is at 7 in the main dining room and your first class is at seven forty-five.”

 “Someday I’ll leave here and become a famous movie star. I’ll live in Hollywood in a big mansion with a famous husband. You just wait and see.”

“You have great dreams Norma Jeane but they will vanish just like a candle in the wind.”

Like a candle in the wind.


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“Eight fifty-five a.m. you say? Why does it seem everyone dies in the early morning? Worse case of jet lag I ever heard of, heh? Mom and dad were stars and that’s a hard way to start off life, right? Had her own problems I hear. Still, sixty is a might young, even for them movie types.”

“Yup, my kind of gal wielding that big  blaster pistol, that oh la la revealing metal bikini, and those damn strange hairdos. Not to mention her being a hard ass bitch dealing with that gangster Jabba the Hutt.”

“I love you Lisa.”