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Harry Potter

Yes, I am that geek. I pay full price for every Harry Potter movie.

And I'm cheap.


But I an prioritize appropriately.

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  1. Seems like I've been waiting forever for this movie.

    I'm sure we'll be watching all the other DVDs (and take a quick stroll through The Deathly Hallows to reacquaint ourselves) before November 19.

    And when I say "we", I mean all three of us - we're a family of geeks.

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  2. So does my husband. I would have never seen a single HP movie had I not married him.

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  3. I'm with you sister....every book, every movie. Can't wait for the next one.

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  4. Ooooh, *shiver*

    And you aren't geek until you fly to New England and go to the midnight showing with me :) Then you is geek !!

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