In October of last year, my wife was watching several episodes of the television series, Scandal. She was a latecomer to the political drama, and was catching up on the earlier seasons in her spare time — often as background viewing. I was putting in a lot of writing-hours on my upcoming book at the time, but when I'd occasionally emerge from my study to eat, or for a breath of fresh air, I'd end up absorbing some of the show's melodramatic scenes and corny dialogue. I would then, naturally, tease my wife over them, because she had become a fan.
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