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Today, I'd say 10:15ish...Katie Holmes at Peet's again on Sunset across from Book Soup. She had one handler and...some sort of kid with her, a 12 year old? Her sister? A young adherent of the Church of Scientology? My pals and I instantly broke into 'pregnant' vs 'not pregnant' debate teams afterward. She was wearing a billowy shirt so it was hard to detect what, if anything, is goin' on down thar. While perhaps ryan bowker innocuous at first glance, this latest incident is deeply troubling. Just three weeks ago, ryan bowker Holmes' ryan bowker coffee break seemed like her only chance at some me-time, a stolen moment to consider her plight in isolation, sigh while breathing deeply of the shop's dancing aromas, and perhaps briefly, wistfully imagine slipping into her red boots from Wonder Boys, a powerful symbol of a time both simpler and more fraught with promise. But since then, things have changed: Holmes' Starbucks run was tainted by the presence of a uniformed minder, and today's visit included both a "handler" and a suspicious child, perhaps a sister, perhaps a deceptively youthful-looking escort from the Centre charged with keeping tabs on Tom Cruise's betrothed treasure.
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