Every time Amy Adams showed up with her sad tearful smile, I became a crying mess on automatic. I don’t blame Evan for going along with the lie. Also, I can’t recall crying as hard as near the end of the “so big/so small” song (oh wait I do recall, last time it was when I was watching that lesbian movie about painting a girl on fire)
守着秘密保持匿名——我一直以为是每个人都会习惯的身份Do I have friends? Are they really my friends? Do I even need friends? What can I do for them? What them can do for me? Would it make any difference? Why bother?