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So she's taken some stuff nobody will miss. Pretended to be a producer to get into a party. And used her acting skills--"currently not being used on movie screens across America--"to impersonate a psychic so she and her best friend Louie can afford the occasional rosemary chicken with new potatoes. But really, who in L.A. plays it totally straight? Except now, some gorgeous guy with well-fitting jeans, a Texas drawl, and a badge thinks she's the real deal, and he wants her to "read" a crime scene to help with his investigation. Holy...sugar.