I have a new theory, and it’s that this years-long assault of Draper James is a brilliant long-con on the part of Reese Witherspoon — no dummy she — to insure both a tertiary source of income, and that if she ever goes out of the house in, like, dingy jeans and motorcycle boots and a long trench coat, no one will even look at her twice. I mean, how else do you think she gets everything done?
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