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The Details reporter arrives late "Sorry, I got lost," she says vacantly, wearing a black cashmere sweater, white cotton shirt, white silk pants and, in true girl-reporter-from-Details fashion, tube-sock elbow pads and a bicycle-reflector aro of Gabon and his cute nephew, uentle me "Victor Ward, the It Boy of the moment"

Mumbled "hey"s and a few "yeah"s cohts set up in front of the StairMaster, and finally solasses off," Reed whispers to hts on, uh-uhn, spare me"

"I s me toward the StairMaster "You shouldn’t smoke, baby, it takes years off your life"

"Yeah, reat Don’t wanna h Co the side of the hs and definitely abs today," I stress "But no biceps," I warn "They’re getting too big"

"What? They’re thirteen inches, baby" Reed sets the StairMaster to Blind Randoht?" I ask, taunting

"Arms are the new brsts," Reed intones

"Oh, and look," I say, noticing a tiny blackhead "You have a nipple"

"Cut," the seghs

"Victor," Reed warns "Pretty soon I’ up that bounced check of yours-"

"Hey, Chloe took care of the bill"