The cheese sandwich sizzled as Elizabeth pushed it across the butter-riddled frying pan with a fork. Five months ago, she would have been sitting down to a delectable meal, something only wealthy people could afford.
Back then she had been someone. Not the type of someone you'd see in tabloids or gracing television screens on a weekly basis. Elizabeth had owned a successful café on the edge of town where she prided herself on making the most delicious foods. When it had first happened, people supported her - but the drama only lingered for a few weeks, and after that, it turned into something arduous and monotonous, and they lost interest. Her so-called friends stopped calling shortly after she had to sell her expensive car and downgrade shopping from boutiques to where the cattle class shopped.
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