I scrambled into the car. My seatbelt was scarcely buckled before Barnett booked it out of the parking lot. The paparazzi soon disappeared from the rearview mirror.
“Why are you here?” I asked as I settled into my seat. “Don’t you mind being photographed…with me?”
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