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My second favorite show ended last Tuesday. I just got around to watching the series finale last night.
Was it a *good ending*?
No. Because it *ended*.
Sure it was deeply philosophical and artfully culminated - nevertheless, I lost another show.
I haven't been this depressed since Party of Five went off the air.
[Though, Third Watch ending was also tough. I loved that show but never met anyone else on planet Earth who ever saw it. It was on borrowed time for a while.]
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