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"How did it go?" Kaleb asked Perth.
I opened the dressing room door, and we all rushed inside.
"Only a few fans and one paparazzi," Perth replied. His gaze turned to me, and I gave him a look that conveyed we had been deliberately sacrificed. We had willingly taken on the role of the diversion in this instance.
However, I had hoped that the paparazzi would have given up their pursuit in Nevada, but most of them had made it to Utah and subsequently to our faces.
"More than a few," Kaleb answered as he surveyed the dressing room. It was furnished with black leather couches, silver sofa chairs, a plastic fold
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