I just cried at The Horse Whisperer.
Either I'm obscenely premenstrual or I just need a good slap.
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- Miss Hacksaw
- Miss Hacksaw lives in Hackney. Where television goes, she will follow. She used to follow hummus and Red Stripe, but now can't stand one and can't have the other. Bah.
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2 comments:
You just had your guard down. It's clearly hormones.
But surely the problem wasn't the tears themselves - they were probably already inevitable after you'd decided to watch it.
Hmm, I cried too, but only, I recall, beacuse the film seemed about 76 hours long and I just wanted it to end...
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