Today I broke down and bought a gossip magazine, tantalized by the words such as 'cad', 'secrets' and 'drama' on the bright, flashy cover. It makes me feel guilty that I'm contributing to the coffers of paparazzi who 'torment' celebrities with their telephoto lenses, but oooh what fun it is to rifle through these pages, accompanied by deliciously decadent
black-forest fantasy Tim Tams and my internal monologue as to the veracity of what I'm reading. I mean, how come these 'insiders' are always at the right place to hear the right things, like Star X speaking to her mother about Personal Issue Y???? And yet, I read on...
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