Listen, I admit, I have one of their songs in my head — you know, the one about how I’m so beautiful — and it’s catchy and I’m not mad about any of it.
But I feel like the four on the left are trying so hard to walk, talk like a T-Bird, and Harry Styles is over there on the end thinking deep, existentially poignant thoughts about where hugs go after they’ve been given.
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