“Well; here I am.” Thus ends my first Firefly rewatch in, I think, several years, at least. I see all of its flaws all the more clearly for all the time away, but—turns out, I am still a Browncoat.
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“Well; here I am.” Thus ends my first Firefly rewatch in, I think, several years, at least. I see all of its flaws all the more clearly for all the time away, but—turns out, I am still a Browncoat.