Last night, Jeremy and I rewatched Damn Yankees. In my defense, I remember it being a good movie.
Instead, what we watched was a movie about a woman whose husband leaves her without explanation (“Goodbye Old Girl” does not count) and when he does return months later — like, we’re in post-season at this point — she says “Where were you?” before bashfully saying, “Oh I shouldn’t ask you that. You don’t need to tell me.” And then — get this — he doesn’t tell her.
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