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Vanity of Vanities - by Rosanne

I looked carefully at the photograph in my hand. Once upon a time, it had been my prized possession. Once upon a time I had had a notion that it really mattered if a picture was inscribed with a signature or not. I had spent a great deal of time hunting down that picture in the stores, a great deal of effort deciding exactly which one I should buy, and too much money purchasing that autographed photo of my favourite singer. No longer caring about that precious piece of paper, I ripped it into shreds, and tossed the pieces in the air. The pieces fell in a pattern all around the wastebasket. I sighed, picked them up and threw them away.