The theater manager's dinner invitation strode from the Woolworth Building to Broadway. There was no snow, and I was able to greedily breathe the crisp, cold air of Apple City. I was snorting while I was holding back tears. When I arrived at the restaurant, the manager asked me sternly if I had been drinking too much. I scrambled to make up excuses, and my body was filled with cheering and cheering, and I felt that my heart would never be broken again. At this moment, I am also being laughed at by my own innocence. Damn it, damn it! I sneezed for no reason at the wall where I had vented before. I suddenly realized the arrival of a new problem - what about the cracks in the wall? I have no reason to paint a wall that doesn't matter. Damn, so sneeze later, who's going to pray to God for me? "
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