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Really... nothing compares to the disappointment of sitting down on a Friday night with a glass of Charles Shaw and some delicious pasta I slaved over, expecting to enjoy season 2, disc 1 of Gilmore Girls (in anticipation of Milo Ventimiglia's arrival in disc two or three) and NOT GETTING THE RIGHT FUCKING MOVIE. FUCK YOU, NETFLIX'S QUALITY CONTROL.
God.
God.