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“Thanks, snookums,” the man deadpans, giving nothing away, and with a brisk turn on his heel is striding towards the door; and while it should be impossible with his casual speed and the stubborn lack of an indoor, gusty breeze, the man’s tan trench gives the strongest impression of dramatic billowing Dean’s ever actually seen. Because this is real life, not a goddamn Billy Wilder film. And also, what the fuck.