A very strange psychic affair is happening between Director Brett Ratner and myself. I said it on my twitter page last week, Ratner and I keep bumping into each other in Beverly Hills, in Hollywood, on Robertson.
So it was a running joke to me to see him on Friday having a passionate conversation on his cell phone. I was actually waiting for Ciara who was late. So I amused myself by pacing. And there Brett was.
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