This morning I picked "The Help" over "Elf" -- big mistake. An hour and twenty minutes in, tears. I'm not in a dark theater where I can discreetly brush away the tears. It is daytime and I'm sitting next to a guy who is trying to watch "Dog the Bounty Hunter." All attempts to hold back the flood gates result in little gasps that sound like I'm trying to hold my breath until I pass out. I just couldn't keep the tears back. Embarrassing. In a vain attempt to save face, I changed channels.
Now, not only am I a whimpering mess, I don't even know how the movie ends.
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