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What’s the last picture you posted?” Serge asked.
“Umm… me and Quincy on set this morning.”
“And the one before that?”
“Me and Quincy having dinner last night with Gustavo and Casey.”
“And the one before that.”
“Quincy hanging from a tree branch, trying to fix the lighting the way he wanted. He looked so funny. I don’t know why people don’t believe in evolution. We obviously descended from primates.”
“And the one before that.”
“Me and Quincy laying in a pile of leaves. Oh man, that was great. We jumped in it and everything.”
Xander sighed. “Now look at Casey’s profile. What’s the common denominator for most of his pictures?”
He searched for Casey’s Instagram and opened it. “Let’s see. There’s him and Gustavo. Gustavo. Gustavo. Him and Gustavo. Harry S. Truman. The We Three Queens. Gustavo. Gustavo. Gustavo and Casey. Gustavo and Casey. A loaded pipe. The B and B. Gustavo. Gustavo. Gustavo. Wow. You know, for someone who hates social media as much as Gustavo does, he’s sure in here a lot.”
“And what does your page have in common with Casey’s?” Serge asked.
Josy squinted down at his phone. “We use a lot of the same filters?
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T.J. Klune (How to Be a Movie Star (How to Be, #2))