Alicia Silverstone is abducted in my mind

Alicia Silverstone walked confidently through the studio parking lot, her long blonde hair bright in the Southern California sun. She was wearing a snug white cotton blouse, a short black skirt, and sneakers with white ankle socks. She had a purse slung over her shoulders, sunglasses over her eyes, and an air of busy distraction. In fact, she was distracted; she’d just come from a meeting with one of the studio’s producers, and this was on her mind as she walked. It had been a good meeting, but only in the sense that it wasn’t a disaster; she hadn’t gotten them to take the deal for her newest project, but at least they hadn’t turned it down. She was trying to think of some way to get them to come across with the money, some hook she could throw them, or a bone, and she was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn’t see the man approaching her from…

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