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  Posted: Aug 12, 2012 12:40 AM FEED
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Phillumenists obsess over how Bryant & May's redhead changed her hairstyle over time, but the real change was her eyes.
  • She looks very surprised. *Too* surprised. If she was in a Miss Marple I'd put a fiver on her being the murderer.

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