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I've Been Around (1935)

On their wedding night, the newlywed bride confesses to her husband that she does not love him, but is actually in love with another man. This devastating admission drives her husband into a furious, savage heartbreak. Following their immediate separation, both individuals spiral downward into their own emotional depths, grappling with heartbreak, infidelity, and the toxic lifestyle of high society. Eventually, after enduring significant personal despair and a long period apart, they cross paths again to find true peace, forgiveness, and serenity in each other's arms.
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On their wedding night, the newlywed bride confesses to her husband that she does not love him, but is actually in love with another man. This devastating admission drives her husband into a furious, savage heartbreak. Following their immediate separation, both individuals spiral downward into their own emotional depths, grappling with heartbreak, infidelity, and the toxic lifestyle of high society. Eventually, after enduring significant personal despair and a long period apart, they cross paths again to find true peace, forgiveness, and serenity in each other's arms.

Rating:NR
Genre:Drama, Music
Directed By:Philip Cahn
Written By:John Meehan
In Theaters:3/5/1935
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Runtime:63 minutes
Studio:Universal Pictures

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