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Kings for a day?

I was clearly in trouble. The take away food had been ordered, the beers were in the fridge and I sat my good lady down in order to treat her to a screening of David O. Russell’s Three Kings (1999). It was partly her choice - she said something about George Clooney and, after allowing her a few moments reflection, I thew a bucket of cold water over her and she was back to normal. I knew there was something wrong when she spent the first fifteen minutes with her face in her hands - this is, after all, not a movie many people would like to watch while eating.

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