The Secret Wife Of Hollywood's Monk

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rocuted. His hair was standing

at goes through that head of yours? Hmm? Did you think, '

sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket,

is tablet onto the coffee table. "Tell that to the court of public opi

d, her voice sounding hollow ev

team is going to eat us alive. You know who represents him? Erich Calder

sue," Ivy

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se he can't sue hi

hit her the

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eyes were the color of a sto

s low, devoid of any emotion other than mild fatigue. "

make

w hyperventilating. She had ma

gy video. No makeup. Tears. Real tears, Ivy. Can you cry on command

," Ivy said, gripping the blank

survival! Do you want to go back to waiting tables

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xt message. No number

t speak to anyone.

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ed a beat. Awai

orce papers? A public stat

n from last night again. Th

and something sharp, like rain on pavement. And just before sh

ush. It was..

was projecting feelings onto a man wh

ont of her. "Do you know anyone who knows him? Anyon

-he would have a stroke. And then he would tweet it. And then she would be in breach of

uldn't jus

her dry lips. "I

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a call," Ivy s

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