In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
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I went through my first big breakup, with a boyfriend who I had been with for more than two years. He had been one of my dancers, and it was my first love and his.
My mother told me never explain, never complain. Even as a young actress, I determined I would never give personal interviews, since they made me so uncomfortable.

