This is a
repost. Because I saw Little Women a few days ago, and four years later - heck, fourteen years later - I still feel the same way. Spare me your counter-arguments and well-thought-out conclusions. I am immovable on this.
("Bitch," I found myself exclaiming aloud, when Amy told Jo she would be the one to go with Aunt March to France.)
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