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III.
So came the pattern they would embrace,
each spent two weeks a year at the other's place.
The dates sometimes varied on her schedule,
but each made sure that their time was not dull.

She got some bigger roles, more spots on TV,
made more money as she passed through her twenties.
She dated sometimes, the internet kept track,
but they never lasted, she kept coming back.

Norm kept showing up down in SoCal,
she'd just tell her friends he was an old pal
who liked to visit the big city lights,
though he never saw them, they treasured their nights.

Norm often wonder when he would be dropped,
he figured it would eventually stop,
she'd find some rich actor and they would wed,
their drama would be all over the web.

Then no more would she come for some rustic love,
he supposed that would have to be enough.
Much as he'd like to make Cammy his wife
he knew she wouldn't choose his sort of life.

But careers don't always stay on the rise,
as she approached thirty, Cammy realized
that none wanted to give her starring parts,
save for cheap C-movies that were not art.

And even those didn't come as they did,
directors preffered young girls, friggin kids.
More and more she did TV guest spots,
small market commercials, other such rot.

Once she had dreamed of a house in the hills,
now she barely covered her townhouse bills.
And disturbingly, her agent implied
to get more roles she'd have to sleep with some guys...

Cammy felt disgusted, but what choice had she?
An actress was all she knew how to be.
So to get the role of a best friend who dies
she went to a big office, and spread her thighs...

She did get the role, and the film was a hit,
every minute on the job she hated it.
When the time came for her to go north
she didn't do it, she felt like a whore.

When she didn't come, Norm got concerned,
got on a plane himself, southwards it burned.
When he came to her place, she was a wreck,
and slammed the door, not ready to face him yet.

It was only later, in a hotel,
he called her, knowing she was not doing well.
She answered, spoke through near constant tears,
said,”You have to go, you shouldn't be here.”

Then out came the whole of the sordid tale,
he tried to comfort her, but she just wailed,
declared he was too good for such a sl-t,
he deserved someone that he could love.

Then he replied,”The woman I love is you,
and this is nothing that we can't get through.
I don't want to leave you here in such sorrow,
please come meet me at the airport tomorrow.”

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