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It was just a schmaltzy movie, a bathetic trigger for the romantic feelings, forged in my teens, that still lurked within me.

I felt the usual fury, blanketed by the usual somnolence.

Sandy’s intricate, difficult self was in abeyance, his beautiful body left behind was like her hostage

she lacked Barbara’s emollient social lightness and deprecating charm

Her silence is portentous, smooth and sealed.