>I worked as a licker for the actor for five years, protecting him from drinking, knives and illegitimate meals.
>But at the press conference for his new movie, he hugged the stuntman and announced: "This is my ideal type."
>I registered a live broadcast account that night: "Let's see who gets the Best Actor trophy first."
>Three years later I stood on the podium to receive his coveted trophy.
>He asked me with red eyes: "Can you come back to me?"
>My new top actor suddenly rushed on stage and kissed me:
>"Sorry, my heroine needs a little bit of a sense of winning."
