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Farewell, Anne Hall
Kayley 2022-03-20 09:01:21
He took her to classes, bought her books, and trained her to appreciate obscure art. He is by no means a dream boyfriend, he is just pitifully treating the world and her in his own way. She got out of the cocoon, she turned into a butterfly, she left him. But he was still standing still, looking for her shadow, looking for the nervous and youthful her she just met. La-di-da, he might just want to hear that spell again. But he would only greet her in a friendly way and say goodbye to her. Farewell, Anne Hall.
Extended Reading
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Annie Hall: This tie is a present from Grammy Hall.
Alvy Singer: Who? Grammy? Grammy Halls?
Annie Hall: Yeah, my Grammy.
Alvy Singer: What? You're kidding. What did you do, grow up in a Norman Rockwell painting?
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Annie Hall: Some of her poems seem - neat.
Alvy Singer: Neat?
Annie Hall: Neat, yeah.
Alvy Singer: Uh, I hate to tell yuh, this is 1975, you know that "neat" went out, I would say, at the turn of the century.