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Through the tinted windshield of a sporty BMW M3 convertible, Johnny Thomas watches the crowds surging at the door of Zor’as. It’s a chic little bistro in downtown Hollywood where all the stars eat lunch. Even from his view across the street, Johnny catches sight of a number of A-listers among the rabble lingering by the high wrought-iron fence that keeps them from overrunning the dining patio. In the few months since he started trying to get back into showbiz, Johnny’s learned to come to terms with the paparazzi—his photo online will only help his career, his boyfriend says, and Brett should know. He’s one of the paps, himself. But the fans are a little harder to deal with, Johnny thinks. Particularly if he has to elbow his way through a crowd who don’t even know who he is.
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