Cao Yong Day of Love

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Ginger stared, panic‑stricken, out of the carriage window.
‘Who are all these people?’ she said.
‘They’re fans,’ said Dibbler.
‘But I’m Exactly how long was Holy Wood’s real history? Perhaps there was some ancient stone calendar, down there on the sea bed, among the lobsters. Perhaps there was no way it could be measured. How did you measure the age of an idea?not hot!’‘Uncle means that they’re people who like seeing you in the clicks,’ said Soll. ‘Er. Like you a lot.’‘There’s women out there too,’ said Victor. He gave a cautious wave. In the crowd, a woman swooned.‘You’re famous,’ he said. ‘You said you always wanted to be famous.’Ginger looked out at the crowd again. ‘I never thought it would be like this, though. They’re all shouting our names!’‘We’ve put a lot of effort into telling people about Blown Away,’ said Soll.‘Yes,’ said Dibbler. ‘We said it was the greatest click in the entire history of Holy Wood.’‘But we’ve been making clicks for only a couple of months,’ Ginger pointed out.‘So what? That’s still a history,’ said Dibbler.Victor saw the look in Ginger’s face.