I WOKE UP CHAINED TO A RADIATOR, SURROUNDED BY RUSTY RAZOR BLADES AND DRIED BLOOD. I REMEMBERED THE DRUGS, THE GOSSIP, THE PAPARAZZI. THAT LIFE, THOSE PROBLEMS … THEY SEEMED SO DISTANT. A FIGURE APPEARED IN THE DOORWAY. I LOOKED UP AND FEEBLY CROAKED: “I’M A CELEBRITY … GET ME OUT OF HERE!”
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