Claire Jarvis

There is absolutely nothing about Point Break that is not wonderful.  Even the bad parts (there are no bad parts).  You can watch this movie with anyone.  Your brother.  Your boyfriend.  Your crappy ex-boyfriend.  Your friends (all friends, over twenty years of your life).  Your students.  Maybe not your mother.  But maybe your mother-in-law. The...
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The sad, wide-set eyes, carelessly lined in brown.  The white-blond tendrils slipping, elf-locks, before her ears while an Elnetted crest sweeps down her back.  The slightly drooping lower-lip.  The famously fragile, much-abused, nose. Stevie in all her guises has been with me my entire adult life.  As a leotarded, gamine Garbo; caped in black...
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