No good can come from someone or something that shines as much as anything you can see in Tiffany's. If you actually look right at it, it paralyses you 'till you're doomed. And then it's the end. Even if your brain ordered your legs to move and safe your life, your legs would stay still gazing at the spectacular light that makes all that's grey or dark disappear. Your eyes follow the sparks and dance at their rhythm. You relax. And then "BAM!". You're dead. You've been run over like a stray cat in a dark road.
It doesn't matter if you're an Audrey or a Marilyn.
No good can come from someone that shines so much.
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