She was a hit at seventeen, but where does that life lead?

She was a hit at seventeen, but where does that life lead?
My, how we have changed.
Sink into the back row now.
Darling, let the back row sink into you.
It's the kind of complementary likeness, where everything you touch goes with your eyes but will never look quite like new.
Where do we fit in a fast-lane world?
Oh, Mr. Dust Collector, you look ancient now that microwaves are riling up real-life dolls.

Go. Go. Go. This Earth is scaring me.

But I still love.
Yes, I do.