STS Ch-90
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“I just don’t understand what her problem is!” the man standing across from me shouted, pointing at the girl behind me. “She seemed desperate to fuck with the film. She was told we’d provide whatever she wanted to help her ease into the interview, but this is not acceptable at all. I will fuck...”
“Hey!” I cut in before the conversation could get any more heated. “Asshole. Fuck off before I decide I don’t want to do any interviews for this film either.”
“But Noah—” he began again.
“Nope,” I cut in fiercely. “I don’t give a fuck what your deal with her was. If she says she’s uncomfortable with the interview, that’s that. Leave. Her. The fuck. Alone.”
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