In Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, distraught customers call upon the fictitious Lacuna Company to delete their unwanted painful memories of ex-lovers and dearly departed pets.
If such a company actually existed, I’d be first in line to have them wipe out all traces of a handful of movies so disruptive to the cinematic space-time continuum they undermine and irreparably tarnish the
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