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On Sunday night, Mare of Easttown ended. I absolutely fell asleep 10 minutes before the episode ended (more on that later) but ultimately I am bereft: Mare of Easttown was, improbably, so much fun to watch and discuss. I haven’t had this much fun talking about something since The Last Dance. Everywhere I went, people had Mare of Easttown theories. I had theories about the theories. But now that’s it’s over, I have seven lingering questions:
Why does this show come on so damn late at night?
Yes, I am 26 years old. I am also sleepy. 10 pm is too late for a whodunnit to begin! Imagine me having to wait all day to hear Kate Winslet say “heuxme.” Imagine me having to wait all day to see Jean …
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