In our darkest hours, PBS delivers gorgeous, well-executed comfort at the hands of Kevin Kline.

Ah, Cyrano...."Philosopher, scientist, poet, swordsman, musician, aerial traveler, maker of sharp retorts, and lover. . ."
I hadn't realized how much I missed you!  And theatre.  Constantly.  Painfully tonight.

"I honestly believe, gentlemen, that under
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My rings were stolen today, at the Shelby Forest rec center pool.
My mother's great-aunt's diamond, which some of you may recall seeing on my right ring finger before, held on by a carnelian band, is gone.  gone, just like that.
I'm a little fucked up about this.

Mama Shell has told me she is willing to check the Frasier pawn shops for me.
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