You were so close, yet so far. You nailed that one audition, but your cat's hairball was distracting. You were robbed of your Oscar, but your agent was having a heart attack. It's a tough life, but someone's gotta do it.
But fear not, dear thespian, for there's always next time! And by next time, I mean the time after that. Or possibly the time after that, again.
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