I believe we have a choice in this world about how to tell sad stories. On the one hand, you can sugarcoat it the way they do in movies and romance novels, where beautiful people learn beautiful lessons, where nothing is too messed up that can’t be fixed with an apology and a Peter Gabriel song. I like that version as much as the next girl, believe me. It’s just not the truth. This is the truth. Sorry.
So dreist muss man erst mal sein, einen solchen Disclaimer voranzusetzen und dann genau das Kritisierte zu liefern. Natürlich ohne Songs von Peter Gabriel. 
Kitsch. Schrott. Null Punkte.
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Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You are invited.