At least two conversations I overhear are about the finale of White Lotus.
The more interesting one involves two thirty-something women walking side-by-side, in black leggings and tan sweatshirts, one says as she passes, “I would’ve freaked out if they killed the younger brother.”
“Yeah but it was him or…
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