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When you share your birthday with a cinematic landmark, it’s only natural to feel a deep bond with an unchanging hallmark of days gone by you can return to again and again. It was 2004. I was 12. The movie was Mean Girls.
Despite my begging, my mother refused (rightly so) to take me to see a film about high schoolers when we were going to see Ella Enchanted instead. I, being a bit of a snot and despite my adoration of Anne Hathaway, sulked. My poor mother.
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