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Eliza Dushku, reading some magazines (who says movie stars don't educate themselves?) at Brentano's bookstore. Beverly Center. Passing time before taking in a flick, the Bring It On chick looked adorable in jeans, a white button-down shirt and that always dependable baseball millinery. Obviously, her tall, dark and scrumptious boy-batter agreed, as he simply could not keep his ungloved digits off the cutie pie. He was no Matt Damon, mind you, but Eliza-honey sure wasn't about to let that fretful fact keep the guy from getting to first (or second) base. |
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