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Grant
In her typical fashion, Eva seemed to suck all of the available oxygen from the room. She was perfection personified, and she knew it. She flounced in, plopped her oversized Hermès handbag into the only available chair and practically shoved Molly aside.
Leaning over me, the gorgeous actress pressed her perfectly-glossed lips to mine with a loud smack before saying, “Oh, Grant, darling… How are you surviving in this awful place? We must get you out of here and into a five-star wellness facility where you can recuperate in California––where the sun actually shines.”
She gave a pointed glare out the window at the muted gray sky. I found it rather funny that she seemed to think the only place where I could possibly get better was California, but I contained my laughter––mostly be
