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Fiction: I Am Hollywood Author: Justdu Word Count: 7416

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

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Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Take the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse,

I thought that only the man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen, Alexander Ambrosio, and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

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Chapter 1152 Touch, I am Hollywood – MTL Novel

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

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Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

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Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

It rained the next day.

Manhattan, which is immersed in the rain, inexplicably has a sense of the times soaked in time.

Carmen Keith parked her car in front of the building at the entrance of Sixth Avenue, stepped into the fine rain with her high boots, stood on the side of the road, raised her petite face and looked at the gray sky before walking in front of her. of high-rise apartments.

Taking the private elevator to Eric’s penthouse, I thought that only a man was there, but after entering the door, I found that there were three other women in the apartment, and they were Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrosio. and another less familiar baby-faced girl.

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