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It’s windier after the explosions and extras are letting makeup assistants wipe fake blood off their faces and a helicopter flies noisily over the scene and an actor who looks like Robert Carlyle shakes the director’s hand and dollies are dis earplugs and I’ Jamie Fields to her trailer, where an assistant hands her a cell phone and Jahts a cigarette

My i cheekbones that see fake contacts, hair still blond but shorter now and slicked back, body s that seem more muscular, brsts beneath a siirl froes off Jae wet cotton ball and Jairl away and growls "Later" as if she really irl slinks away, devastated

I position ainst a trailer parked across from Ja , my arms crossed, coolly disheveled in casual Prada, confident but not cocky When Ja away another ister I take off the Ar movement, pull out a roll of Mentos

"Been there, done that," Jamie whispers tiredly into the cell phone, and then, "Yeah, seeing is believing," which is followed by "We shouldn’t be talking on a cell phone," and finally sheover her

Ja to the person on the other end angrily snaps the cell phone shut and stands so quickly that she al into the compact white trailer with her na: Uh-oh, ently, holdingboyishly "Like, what’s the story?"

"What the hell are you doing here?" she growls

"Uh, hey baby-"

"Jesus Christ-what are you doing here?" She’s glancing around, panicked "Is this a fking joke?"

"Hey, cool it, baby," I’ closer, which causes her toin order not to trip "It’s cool, it’s cool," I’

"No, it’s not cool," she snaps "Jesus, you’ve got to get the hell out of here-now"

"Wait a minute, baby-"