Maybe I’m tired. (It is 2:30am as I write this; Heather and I spent all last night covering a party featuring various people who were once on The Bachelorette.) Maybe I have finally ascended to the plane of existence on which Rooney Mara bet communicates. Maybe I’m fully delirious and this job has broken my face. But I kind of get these, even if I don’t love them?

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