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![]() Since, the last six weeks since we've talked a lot of things have happened- not happened. Cher and I now no longer have the relationship of where we're both at the same cocktail party, but we only make small talk over martinis. Now, when Cher and I see each other I shamelessly yell "Cher!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and she calmly waits for me to make my way over before warmly embracing me and asking me about my children. In this scenario, I'm forty and Cher is a graceful aging Goddess (And, mentor), while I'm married with two adopted children from Belarus. We talk, gab, until Chaz comes over with his wife and I go find my husband talking to Amanda Heard. I of course do not show how thoroughly irritated I am with my husband for talking to her, the most beautiful woman at the party (Besides me). I just remind myself that she's married to Leonardo DiCaprio and no matter how he might advance her, she would turn him down. I'll then remind myself that at least I never had to film any b-rated horror movies. I just married wealthy, and never had to go to the trouble. And, before you ask. Yes, there's more
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