You shove a brand muffin or a shawarma wrap into Lena Dunham’s gaping maw every 108 minutes or face the electromagnetic shitstorm that follows. Every PA on set knows you have to take your turn in that vital rotation. You opened the Dunham hatch, you push the fucking button. Those are the rules.
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