Last October, one week after the Breaking Bad series finale, I was having breakfast with a friend in Chicago. “Do not tell me the end of the Breaking Bad,” he said. “I just started Season 2 and I have been off the Internet for the last few days. Total blackout. I’ve stopped following the news just to stay away from spoilers. Do not say a word.”
“It was a great episode,” I said.
“No, not another word,” he responded. “Seriously.”
Forty-five minutes later, after coffee and pancakes, I glanced at my phone and starting giggling at the table. “What is it,” he said.
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