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Ernestine 2023-09-01 18:58:29
Purely attracted to the poster. Artist's Edition...
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Ewell 2023-05-29 19:17:31
anxiety. uncertain. Lack of security. Life has no purpose. desperate....
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Verlie 2023-02-19 08:44:21
Well, I don't feel...
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Linnea 2022-12-17 14:26:18
The movie sucks. The only thing to watch is this beauty, Mandy Moore, born in 1984. The protagonist is simply not...
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Precious 2022-11-27 04:37:07
I think it is necessary to review it several...
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Beaulah 2022-11-18 18:37:51
Unconventional yet...
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Jennifer 2022-10-27 05:48:16
Stone. A story about...
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Jerrod 2022-09-21 22:34:54
It was super uncomfortable to shoot, a bit inexplicable. It's a story about a children's writer with some psychological problems falling in love. The story has to be told well. The heroine's hair! ! I really want to help her brush it!...
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Camron 2022-09-15 07:21:37
It's the only one like...
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Liana 2022-09-07 20:24:30
It is also a skill to be able to make romantic dramas so...
Dedication Comments
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Turner 2022-01-24 08:01:17
Mandy Moore, why don't I love you
Although the film does not focus on the ink and discuss what life is, it does shape Rudy such a great philosopher.
Love women, love friends, love nature, love the stimulation of nicotine, love the illusion white light that tumors squeeze the eye nerves in exchange for.
Rudy Holt: That's life Henry.... -
Blaze 2022-04-19 09:02:48
This is how the man introduced himself
Weird, but cute.
A coy apology, and a faint goodwill. . .
I hate my mother, I hate my god dam dead father more.
Rudy was the only friend I ever had.
I had a girlfriend once who i used to liked to masturbate to more than have sex with.
Carrots and snakes frighten me um.. .
I'm superstitions about...
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Lucy: Stupid idiot.
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Henry: I've spent my whole life... wanting something... and doing my very best not to find it. Never even going near the places it might be... And suddenly, I've got the goddamn thing practically chained around my neck.
Lucy: What are you talking about?
Henry: You. You. You're the, you're the... You're, you're- you're the goddamn thing. Ahhh, uh. I mean... You're, you're. I can't describe you... uhh, I don't, I don't write that kind of shit, I write... You know, the people who write, who write the real books, the love books, and the poems, and even those stupid little fucking novels with the hunky assholes on the cover...
Lucy: Stop...
Henry: You know it? You know what I'm talking about? You know - you're like Princess shit! You know? Fairytales. You know what I'm saying? The million guys are after and you're blinded by your beauty kind of shit. Real big stuff. You know, that just - even, we got the dick that kidnaps you and sticks you in a cave and you're guarded by a five-headed dragon, you know and the tales of your plight are spread throughout the land and all the guys go and put on their shoes so they can see what's up and none of them have the balls to save her except for me. I would go through anything... for you. And still, there I was looking for a way not to see it. Anything. Money...
Lucy: You stupid idiot.
Henry: Yeah.
Lucy: Yes.
Henry: Yeah... big fat stupid idiot.
Lucy: I hope you're better to the next one.
Henry: No - wait...
[he digs in his bag and decides not to give her the dedication to Simone, but grabs the pebble he had given her and then thrown back onto the beach and went back for later]
Henry: It was easy to find... it's the only one like it.
Lucy: You broke my heart, Henry. I don't think you can trust people. You always have to find something wrong. I'm just... I'm sorry. I'll miss you.
