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Jun. 20th, 2008 | 05:57 pm

Anderson Cooper, oh, I should tell you, was in the middle of a heated exchange in New Yawk's Time Warner Center. Ander-hon walked in with a just-as-good-lookin' male amigo—not the Latino guy Andy's often been seen with before, but an all-American-ish dude with dark blond/light brown hair and a wee bit too much spray-on tan—but before the two could catch the escalator going up, they stopped and started a riled-up convo, unbothered by all the passersby curiously looking on. Andy-babe, skinny but still sexy in a pair of jeans and a blue tee, appeared seriously frustrated throughout the talk, running his fingers through his silver hair and holding his forehead in his hands. Badass producer on your fine tush, Coop? The two dudes stared at each other for a long time, and then Andy's companion flew up the escalator, while A.C. walked out the front door.

They didn't touch at all. No wave good-bye, hug or handshake. Nothing. Just walked in together, walked as far as the first escalator, they had their noncommunicative moments and they wordlessly turned away from each other. What could you have been talkin' about with your pretty pal? Something work related, or perhaps a matter far more personal? I'm tearing up just relating this, so cold!

From E!Online.

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