“Alright, that’s enough,” Johnny declared as he held a hand up and released my hip. “Thanks for coming out today. Appreciate the support.” “Johnny, Johnny?” one of the women crowding us called out. “What’s your relationship?” “Private,” Johnny shot back coolly. “What’s your name, love?” the original photographer asked, as he pulled a pen out of his coat pocket. Trembling, I just stood there, feeling like a dummy, feeling a million pairs of curious eyes on my face. “Shannon Lynch,” Johnny stated with a clipped nod, and then, ignoring the half dozen photographers watching us, he turned his
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