Oh, Bummer.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
"Why does he love her so much? I mean, what is it about her?"
"I don't know. I don't think I've ever known. I think, sometimes you get it right the first time. And then it defines your life. It becomes who you are."
I want me a Hank Moody.
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