Well, the bleakest season of Orange County yet continues apace, with divorce and bad parenting and vain attempts to redeem a questioned character. Could we be nearing the end of this great sunshiney reality experiment? The winter has settled like a forlorn and threadbare blanket on the fire-blasted hills of Southern California, a great howling moan coming from the stucco mansions and the bleached swimming pools and the lazy boutiques dotting the car-filled avenues.
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Real Housewives of Orange County: The Sands of Time
