I called Nana one night last week on my way home from work.
Me: Hey! What're you up to?
Nana: Heyyyy! Just reading a magazine.
Me: What magazine? Something trashy?
Nana: Nooo, not trashy. I'm reading
Star!
Nana's long been a Star reader. As a kid, I used to love going over to her house and knowing I'd get to read trashy tabloids. In a way
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