They dressed her in dreams and called it destiny. The lights were blinding, the applause deafening, but the silence afterward was worse. As a child, Judy Garland learned that love could be measured in ticket sales and studio contracts. Every smile rehearsed, every flaw corrected, every doubt medicated away until her childho… Continues…
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