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I WAS seated in my briefs in the kitchen having breakfast. It was Saturday, June 17, nine-thirty of a hot day in spring. Friday night’s newspaper was propped against the sugar bowl and I was sipping coffee and reading about murder, rape, divorce, delinquency, and political missile rattling, when the phone rang. I relinquished the literature, went to the living room, picked up the phone, said, “Hello?”
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“How long have you been an actress?” I said.
“Off and on, since I was graduated from college, since I was twenty-two. Modeling and acting. At the beginning I did a good deal of modeling and a little acting. Later, it was a good deal of acting and a little modeling.”
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