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Rhonda Farr said: "Publicity, darling. Just publicity. Any kind is better than none at all. I'm not so sure my contract is going to be renewed and I'll probably need it."
She was sitting in a deep chair, in a large, long room. She looked at Mallory with lazy, indifferent, purplish-blue eyes and moved her hand to a tall, misted glass. She took a drink.