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LL: I went to [Butter] last night, and Paris was there. I could have avoided going, but I didn't know she'd be there. When I got there I saw my friend Richie Akiva, who runs the place—I love him to death, they said I was dating him once, and they said Mary-Kate dated him, it's so incestuous—and Richie said, "Paris is downstairs," and I went, "I don't care. Whatever. Big deal." I could have just not gone in. But I saw her and she went off on this Stavros thing, grabbing my arm saying, "I can't believe you f---ing called Stavros." But you know what? I don't want to come across as talking shit about people. That's one thing I learned from Meryl: Take the higher road.

Lohan glances outside and notices that the paparazzi, whose ranks have swelled to nine since she arrived, are training their mammoth lenses on the windows and snapping photos. Though she says this is distracting, she declines my offer to move to a table in back, where they can't see her. She does, however, begin furtively smoking Parliaments under the table, despite an earlier pronouncement that she only smokes at night. She picks up her BlackBerry and starts searching through names.

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