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Ok, so I watched the first half and then I really needed to get some work done (it's not like I didn't know how it was going to end . . . *sigh*), but did anybody notice what a bitch the mom was. Obviously the story was told from her perspective so it may not have been that aparent, but there were a lot of things she did that were totally pissing me off. Like getting all pissed at her daughter for playing with a ball outside while the she was trying to work at her piano, what, is your gigantic fucking house not big enough to play the piano and let your young child play in the garage for fucks sake?
I don't know, I'll finish it soon and maybe I'm wrong, but . . .
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