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Miss Madonna, won't you give me a kiss? One of your soft sweet lagrimas

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"I’m the child of the future… I think that’s the way it should be – being from millions of different places and travelling – it’s the best education. I don’t buy things now, I buy plane tickets. The only thing I want is to make enough money to be able to travel with my children."

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Oona Chaplin by Polly Rothwell

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“ the trick in it lay in breaking them  without letting them snap completely “

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164-167/200 pictures of the Game of Thrones Cast

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Where I come from [Chile] we say “I love you” if we feel it. It doesn’t mean I’ll love you tomorrow, it means I love you right now. Whereas here if you say it the alarm bells start to ring, you call the police… People here need to relax.

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Addendum

“Marilyn?” 

It took a lot of thought to not call her ‘mom’, even if that was what she was to Emilie now. 

“Are you down here?” 

Tiptoeing down the stairs so as not to wake the sleeping Helena that she’d just laid down for a nap, she looked around the living room in search of her guardian. After all these years, the Main Street Business Apartments had become more of a home to her than anywhere else. Even more-so than her grandmother’s old house, which now only held distant memories and a brother that she couldn’t bear to visit. It seemed like the only family she really had anymore was Marilyn and Helena, and Gabriel when he came by, which made what she needed to tell her all the more difficult. 

“Marilyn?” she finally found her in the kitchen, and she shuffled over to sit down at the table, “…I…I need to tell you something…” 

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   The thin newsprint of The Siren Times had been scattered on the kitchen table, and Marilyn was lackadaisical looking over each column without much thought. There was no calamity, no murder or death--just Barton humming along like it always did. She didn’t hear Emilie’s voice until the girl had sat across from her at the table, which prompted Marilyn to set aside the newspaper she had been holding a few inches away from her nose. 

   Running her fingers through her hair, she gave Emilie a curt smile “Did Helena behave?” 

   She didn’t need to ask, she knew the answer: Helena was the most well-behaved child one could ever ask for. 

   “What’s been on your mind, dear?” she continued, assembling the fragments of newspapers into a pile “Is there something you need?”

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  It was a stormy night when Emilie rushed into Marilyn’s shop—the sign obviously denoting that at this hour the store was closed—but the girl had something she needed to tell Marilyn. Something desperate, and something that would change the course of Barton Hollow forever.

  Alaster Whyte was no longer King, all due to this young girl’s valor.

  She was blubbering and going all over the place as she explained it to Marilyn, but with steady hands, she calmed the girl down and led her into the back for a cup of tea, promising that everything would be okay.

  And everything would.

  Marilyn knew of Jeremiah, Emilie’s description of him jogged the memory of him spitting in her face with anger. In a way, she felt sorry for the girl. It didn’t seem she had any home to return to. Against better judgment, Marilyn offered her home to her, and Emilie has lived with Marilyn ever since.

  Sometimes, Marilyn calls her Adelaide—they are the same age, but Marilyn knows the difference. Adelaide died a long time ago, but Emilie is here, right now, in need of shelter and family after everything was taken from her.

  It was in Marilyn’s care that Emilie lived, as Marilyn was happy teaching her all she could about magic and the craft.

  As for Gabriel, well, it was hard to keep their relationship a secret for ten years, but with his permission Marilyn’s magic has worked wonders in making their affection innocuous, even to the trained eye. Both of them have grown together, and for all of his pestering for her to convert, she’s phased out certain unmentionables from her craft.

  From the moment of Adelaide’s death, Marilyn knew she didn’t want another child. There was no one like Adelaide—she was irreplaceable. If fate was so keen on blessing her for only a few short years, Marilyn preferred to make her own way in life.

  Yet, it was a child that was given to her. Well, adopted. Found at the doorsteps of the church, Marilyn assured Gabriel she’d take care of her for a few weeks. It was the weeks that turned into months, and months turning into years before Marilyn found herself with another bright, bouncing girl.

  Mania would surely drive her mad if she would ever lose her, but for the time being, everything is at peace, and Marilyn has never felt better.

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Oona Chaplin attends ’The Ark’ Photocall In Cannes.