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<DIV><FONT face="Times New Roman"><STRONG>Private lives among the famous
(actors, musicians, sports starts, what have you), while a thing to be cherished
at times, is also something to be feared. When people stop noticing you,
stop asking for you're autograph and generally stop pointing and giggling, it's
a sign of impending doom. You're not on top anymore. You're no
longer the man (woman, child) of the hour and you're extended fifteen minutes of
fame are up. While the famous bemoan the loss of privacy, many do enjoy
the attention (otherwise, why would they do such public jobs?) and when it's
suddenly gone, they sometimes don't know what to do with
themselves.</STRONG></FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><STRONG><FONT face="Times New Roman">Saitaina<BR><A
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Watcher's Diarys-Come, Enjoy the musty smell...<BR>Home of BTVS, Angel, Anita
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