My mom hates Diane Keaton. Just, fuckin’ hates her. She swears this isn’t true. She’s never even met Diane Keaton. But go to a Diane Keaton movie with my mom and she’ll shit-whisper through the whole thing. She always does that, Lauren. That freakout thing? Ugh. Exhausting. She’s always worn her pants like that. She probably has them custom made to fit …
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