"What-the-fuck?" Jamie Lee Curtis felt a wave of rage.
Zyra had many unpleasant memories from her childhood.
She had suffered much cruelty at the hands of rioting and civil
unrest. She had been given asylum for a life threatening anurism.
The surgery was successful, but Zyra died. Now, Jamie Lee's was
struggling with chicken pox and her guru had somehow transferred
the great dame of cinema into this girl, Zyra.
But, all Jamie could feel was rage. "I-I never knew such anguish."
Zyra muttered. She could use the Curtis dynasty to seek vengeance
against anyone in Hollywood, but Syria was in chaos. Miss. Curtis
was not use to being helpless. "I must speak with .. Obama."
Easy for Jamie Lee to do, but Zyra? How could she explain this?
Jamie's agent made some calls. He pitched it as a human rights
issue.
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