I agree with my blog buddies: View, Squee, and resist the urge to thwap the shit out of t(weenies). Or their moms. Or their friends. Or their (heaven forbid) boyfriends. Ad infinitum, ad nauseum. It's best to go alone, as Cutie says, rather than take a nonTwiFan just for company. Saves explaining the fine points of the plot, where/how/why it's different than the book, and why we even care about the damn thing anyway (blasphemers!).
Team Robward all the way, here. Die, haters!
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