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« Life During Wartime from Todd Solondz | Main | RIP Greg Giraldo »

September 15, 2010


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Then her soul starts to speak to her out of her cigarette lighter. Her soul speaks a series of upbeat clichés. Then Agnes goes into the garden and becomes even more sad, because something has changed and it’s going to be hard to go to work at her shitty job tomorrow.

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