Shining all the way down to the shoes.
What’s not to say about lackluster? Whenever I hear the word, I think of some pent up critic, wearing a black turtleneck, sitting somewhere in a small apartment in New York City, writing his review for the Times. And he types on his spindly black typewriter, for the umpteenth time, “His debut Broadway performance
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