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He stretched wearing his mothers sunglasses on a pool chair, the warmth of the late summer morning shun on his pale skin, like millions of flashes from thousands of adoring fans, snapping photos of a breathless man.
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Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
a star is born
He stretched wearing his mothers sunglasses on a pool chair, the warmth of the late summer morning shun on his pale skin, like millions of flashes from thousands of adoring fans, snapping photos of a breathless man.
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Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
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