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... > For some reason, this time mattered to me more than anything, even more than the first time between Betty and Michael.
Perhaps it was because I had this foreboding feeling that everything was about to change dramatically after this, and my gut was screaming that it wasn’t good.
In the scene, as the Accord drove in, Michael parked the car swiftly and ran to the gate to close it.
My eyes were glued to the passenger side door of the Accord, waiting to see if it would open. ...
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