So, decided Girl, it will be all about me now
I shall deceive and connive
with the ultimate goal of upstaging you
You are pretty, and pale
Long gold hair like duotangs
no bangs
You have been held in those darker arms and inhaled that smell of newly printed comics;

I want you, says Girl.
I want your pretty, I want your pale
I want your hair, no bangs
I want a time machine and go back, to be your nose and your body, in those arms

GIRL says nothing. She simply looks at Girl.

Buy me, she says. Buy my pretty and my pale and my hair and my lost loves
Buy my existence right out of existance
with the money that you have, that I don't have

You will be famous, GIRL!
You will have your money!
And what is left when you have everything and what I had dosen't matter anymore?

Then, Girl, you will be Mrs. Smith
You will have a white picket fence
You will give your children the same normal childhood you had
And you will die, knowing you have lived in uninteresting times

And so, Girl wept, for the knowledge that she was doomed to a life of reading the gossip columns, rather then being in them