We went to Marilyn's for dinner. We played with Pegeen, coated our insides with duck mousse, and watched Bambi.
No wonder certain people long for the imaginary days of the family: Bambi has beautifully painted mattes and is very comforting in its colors, with no plot except for the hunters who bring fire and death, the dead mother, the relentless heteronormativity, and the absent father but ever present and stifling patriarchy, all of which combined allows for life to repeat through the seasons so cheerily and forgetfully.
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