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Fleeting glances in the produce aisle.
The paparazzi being fooled was an added bonus.
Were texting each other from the other side of the aisle, Harry explained.
Oh baby, this is some good stuff: I texted her saying, Is this the right one?
She goes, No, you want parchment paper.
Im like, Okay, wheres the parchment paper?
They shouldve triedThorpe Parkinstead.
