It was 1948. I was one of the most famous artists of the time. Everything anyone could ever wish for came to me. People went to the theatre to see my films. They bought my records to hear me sing. I was sought after and admired. But that was the last year the world has ever heard of me. No, I didn't die. In fact, I lived again... I lived a happy, quiet, full life.
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