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This is appalling. After all the acclaim Little Dorrit received?? Do they need a larger fanbase, 'cause I'll find them one!!! What on earth???!??!?!?! (breathe. just breathe..)

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  1. "People like bonnets. I don't think you can underestimate that."

    If I hadn't have just updated my facebook profile, this would be it. Ha!

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  2. wait a few hours and then do it. :)

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  3. Dangit. I was gonna do that exact same thing! Of course people like bonnets! How dare the British think of doing anything else! No one wants to hear anything else from them anyway! I shall defend Dickens to the death, Molly. Hear me on this one.

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  4. You could both post the same comment. I'm pretty sure your only friends in common are Emily and me. :)

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  5. We could ALL post that as our comments!
    But seriously. I can't believe they criticize when JLM is in a starring role. It's just wrong.

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  6. I know. I don't get it either. It's like they've got the greatest film history of any film company ever and they're like 'this isn't working.' what gives??

    on another note, i really shouldn't post comments after midnight.

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  7. Random alert!

    Whenever someone says "What gives?" in type, I always think of Joe Junior in While You Were Sleeping.

    ("He's delusional! He thinks he invented aluminum foil!")

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