"They were all marching toward their own secret fates, and long before the next decade rolled around, each would escape in her own way--one would be famous, one would be married, and one would be dead. That is what I want to tell you about: the girls with their short skirts and bright eyes and big-city dreams.
The girls of 1929."
~ Bright Young Things, Anna Godbersen.
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