Dictae of a New York City-ensconced worried gay.
Put a fork in it already, people. It's DONE. D-O-N-E. DOOOOOONE. LORNA DOOOOOONE. OVAH.
. (And don't you all be hatin' on us because, as we've said before, the first two seasons LORNA ROOOOCKED.)
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