Kirsten Dunst pulls up in a black Chevrolet 4x4 with the engine running, dressed all in black and with dark sunglasses on and calls out, “Get in!”
We had planned to go for coffee, but Dunst has had a change of heart. It’s just after 3pm on a Friday in early March, the sun is out, and she has come from her eldest son’s parent-teacher meeting. (He is doing great!) She’s on a mild high – which might be the good grades, or the pungent raspberry energy drink she’s got sitting in the cup holder. “I can only drink half,” she says, “but it helps me get through the day.”
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