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Dollhouse had its final episode. I missed it because Fox moved it to 8 on that night.
When I watched it online, I felt my eyes glazing over, my heart growing heavy as I watched it end, slowly, surely.
And as I watched Echo slip into her pod one last time, battle-worn and time-weary, as I remembered all the nights I had spent in front of the television watching my favorite show of all time, a part of me died inside.
I know this show got too short a run. It should have lasted for years, because I know that it could have, and it would have been kickass, given how the much second season improved on the first.
But some things are out of my control. I'm glad I enjoyed it while I could.
Dollhouse will forever hold a special place in my heart.

I miss Friday nights.
I miss awesome action scenes.
I miss Echo.
I miss Tahmoh Pennikett.
I miss Topher.
I miss British accents.
I miss political scandal.
I miss primal romance.
I miss the House.
I miss science-y nerd talks.
I miss poignant scenes.
I miss lush back story.

I miss Dollhouse.