A strange end to the marriage of Renee Zellweger and Kenny Chesney, and after only four months.
Rumors abound, of course, but the most pernicious one -- that each discovered the other was pining away for moi -- has yet to raise its ugly head. I will, however, be calling my security service to have some extra guards added in case those damn paparazzi catch on. If she flees to my home for privacy and, er, comfort, I'll probably just go ahead and double the size of the detail.
Best wishes to both of them, and I hope, unlikely as it is, that they'll be able to avoid the Brad/Jennifer/Angelina kind of circus.
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