I volunteered that Hollywood films were now made exclusively for fourteen-year-old boys, an audience of limited sophistication, which had drained the movies of even the hope of sprightly dialogue. Farts, vomit, and semen had taken its place.
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Outside in the hallway, my mother stopped. She pressed both hands to her chest, closed her eyes, and said under her breath, "It's so bitter."
"What, Mama?"
"Old age."
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