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Rod Stewart, careening through XXIV Karats, a Bev Hills jewelry store. Swung into the lot in a red Ferrari with a tall, young blonde by his side. R.S. hummed as the couple rode the elevator. Youthful in a beige sweater, wraparound shades, diamond-crusted watch and highlighted 'do, Rod was greeted like stainproof royalty by the owner. Then the twosome plunked down so the lass could measure her left ring finger and the shop's employees could cart out piles o' diamonds. Oh my, Rod, are congrats in order? I promise not to tell Rachel, or would you like that? Thought so.
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