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Something About Out of Sight: Now there's a movie I'm treasuring
the memory of. I refuse to see it again, but oh, how I ache for a
second viewing. Unfortunately, I think the pleasure of the movie,
like that of bourbon, would be easy to overdose on, & I have
no desire to end up puking & nauseated at the very sight of
George Clooney. I liked it so much, I read the book, and do you
know, I found it lacking.
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