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Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs ache as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos. Today a jerk once again compared her to the movie star. Not for the first time she considers changing her name. A loud noise upstairs. She freezes, she recalls the movie: Panic Room, runs to her downstairs closet, bolting the door behind her. Footsteps descend, she imagines it is the real Jodie Foster in her role as Agent Starling. The other Jodi cries softly in the dark as she clutches a Dollar Store spatula, a utensil that will never work as well as a real branded one.

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