I’d legitimately forgotten all about the big, huge reveal near the end of Dollhouse until about two-thirds of the way through season two in my full series rewatch.
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I’d legitimately forgotten all about the big, huge reveal near the end of Dollhouse until about two-thirds of the way through season two in my full series rewatch.