Meryl.

It's on this day. This day of all days. Her fate becomes clear to her.

I remember one morning getting up at dawn... There was such a sense of possibility. You know? That feeling? And I remember thinking to myself 'This is the beginning of happiness! This is where it starts. And, of course, there will always be more!'... It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning... It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.

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Another divorce. Splashed across page six. Imagine what they're going to write about me."The dragon-lady. Career obsessed, snow queen... Drives away another Mister Priestly." Rupert Murdoch should cut me a cheque for all the papers I sell for him.

Anyway... I don't really care what anybody writes about me. But... My Girls.
It's just so unfair on the Girls. Another disappointment.

Another let-down.

Another father... figure.

Anyway... The point is...

The point is:...

The point is we really need to figure out where we are going to place Donatella because she's barely speaking t anyone.