As I pull up to our ridiculously big home in the Hollywood Hills, I go through my lines for the scene we're filming tomorrow. The shoot went late today, like always. Getting out of the car, I check my watch. 11pm. Well, it could be later. I walk up the stairs and see you sleeping on the couch in our room, your work spread out on the coffee table and the TV on. I don't know why you enjoy watching old interviews of mine. I pick you up and carry you over to bed. You stir slightly Hey, stranger
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