Finally, our last deep huff of teen stink. I'm holding this movie in my arms, staring into its eyes; we're breathing weirdly, our faces look miserable. That's what love is like - dramatic, overwrought. It's not fun, but the performance of agony is more gratifying than fun. You can even nut while you're doing it, turns out that's allowed as long as the act is kind of gross and unsettling. The ancient Greeks would've described what I'm feeling now as catharsis, if ancient Greece was a big middle school. 

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