Here's a weird article.
Read that.
Isn't the reality of the situation that Gwyneth Paltrow simply did not have any any who Michael Stipe was, freaked out when she saw that her enormous chef of a driver was picking up a mysterious, sickly man as white as an alabaster doll, and all but climbed out of the vehicle before she was calmed down and informed about the simple reality of the situation: She was hanging out with two very weird dues. Deal with it.
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