Never has a chill run down my spine so ferociously as it did watching Bronwyn pick Todd up from the airport dressed in an inflatable sloth costume. “How was the flight?” she asks, knowing full well that on the last flight he was on, he got caught looking at lingerie photos of another woman. The scene of the crime is no place for bits. It’s simply too soon to be dressing up as a sloth at the arrivals gate for a man who I don’t think has ever cracked a smile, let alone laughed, in his entire life. But if this is the first slow, sloth-y step toward reconciliation, then so be it.

Maybe Whitney could use an inflatable costume in that case, because as she sits pensively on her back porch, it’s clear that she and Justin are facing issues of their own. They’re still reeling from the failure of th

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