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'She is kind of, in a way, the grandma of everything I've been writing my whole life, so it makes sense that we should meet.'
I'm perhaps being a bit over-sensitive about this, but why can't I get the image of Joss Whedon's ghastly, foaming tumnsecence approaching a prone form in a stair lift with a very, um, bad agenda, with a very, y'know, dark set of priorities, out of my mind? |
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