Oh, how “Crazy, Stupid, Love” could have been so much better if only writer Dan Fogelman could focus on telling a straightforward story instead of

Oh, how “Crazy, Stupid, Love” could have been so much better if only writer Dan Fogelman could focus on telling a straightforward story instead of
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