Recent divorceé and fag hag institution Reese Witherspoon, walking on Houston St., between Mott and Elizabeth in NoLiTa. Girlfriend was looking fierce, hiding behind huge black shades and a ginormous trench coat that all but buried her.
Not sure if the surprisingly slimmer starlet was in our 'hood checking out some Tori Burch clutches or chowing down them classic, I-need-dental-floss-right-now Cafe Habana grilled corns. Either way, poor Reese, donning the black and somber outfit, was probably still mourning the oh-so-shocking discovery that Ryan was a fag after all. (How many straight men do you know perch their lips like that, Reese?). It's ok, bitch, all hags have to go through the "I've dated a closet case" phase at some point for credibility sake. Now you know!
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