This One Line From 'The Departed' Plays on a Loop in My Head
This is a movie about men using up all their Sprint minutes, trying to catch one another in lies.
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First, a note: Thank you for reading and subscribing to this newsletter. It means a lot to me, and I hope you continue to enjoy it. This is my first subscriber-only post, meaning, only paid subscribers get to read these 800-ish words about The Departed. If, somehow, you are reading this and aren’t subscribed yet — imagine me saying this as if untold numbers of people have access to my HBO account, including the person who watched Ghosts of Girlfriends Past that one time — I can fix that:
