My Name is Mary
If you were to meet me in person, I might hug your neck, shake your hand, tell you my name is Amber. You’ve heard the name before. She was one of the girls before Jenny on Forrest Gump, on stage, naked behind a guitar. She was the name on the spine of one of my Grandmother’s books, Forever Amber – a prostitute, an Amber scandalously ascending in society with her sexuality and reckless survival skills.
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