Noticing it was B.H., the gate guard quickly waved him through. The Boy sped through the lot, driving his convertible between the soundstage buildings. Swerving, he almost hit a rabbit, which snarled, “Being late’s my thing - what’s your excuse?”
The car slid to a stop, just feet from the studio door. B.H. glanced at his mirror before hopping out -
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