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Happy Tuesday, everybody.

She is here and she is shipper cheery.

So I am in the midst of a

Roni free watch for about the 45th time.

And I am testicles deep in season two, Roni.

And I have had many epiphanies, but maybe the greatest epiphany of all

came to me earlier this weekend.

Kelly Benzumon is my president and she has been and will always be right

about everything.

I judged Kelly Benzumon for various, I mean, a myriad of things for the

jelly beans for the running in traffic for the weird horse in the middle of

her loft, her New York City loft, for her contradictory photo skills,

saying that she, you know, doesn't know how to operate a camera, but then is also

like Jill Benzumon's ex-wife, all of the things that made Kelly Benzumon

just so Kelly Benzumon.

But upon my rewatch and hindsight being 2020 and just, you know, taking

pause and really, really accurately taking a lay of the land, especially in the

digital universe, I have come to the realization that Kelly Benzumon deserves

justice, okay?

And I want to clear her god damn name because I am a woman of the people and

a warrior for justice, okay?

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