6:30 pm, walking suspiciously close to Dish's apartment: Ever-scrumptious Linus Roache seemed anxious to get somewhere. Wearing a stylish leather jacket and requisite for-reading-only celebrity glasses, he darted past me without so much as a quick hello. Maybe it was my magical red Duran Duran bag, though in my book, it's a selling tool.
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