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Limelight
Written in the stars?
Boswell awakened in a great mood. He felt sure that today would be a special day. He lived an ordinary life and every day was pretty much the same as any other. But today would be different he was sure. That’s what his horoscope said.
He went through his normal morning routines then walked to the office where he worked a few blocks from where he lived. It was a delightful morning until…
He turned around a street corner and was suddenly mobbed by reporters, all of them sticking a microphone in his face.
How do you feel about the turn of events? Does the award change your plans? Will there be a movie about your life? Are you going to run for office? Do you plan to write an autobiography? How does it feel to be so successful? Do you have any words of inspiration for others?
Boswell was stunned. All he could say was, “What?”
You are Enrique Fabuloso are you not?
“No.”
Oh, sorry. With their microphones in tow, the reporters all suddenly left and ran down the block.
Boswell turned round and round wondering what the hell just happened. Finally, he slapped the palm of his hand to his forehead as he realized that he must have accidentally read someone else’s horoscope.
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