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“I don’t think I’ve had as busy a year in North America for a very, very long time,” she says in a recent interview, poised and quietly glamorous in an elegant gray turtleneck sweater.

At Amazon’s studios, she sits in a bouclé armchair on her podcast set, dressed like a demure interviewer: patent leather loafers, cuffed jeans, a sweater set, a string of pearls.

Looking elegantly windblown in a sweater, her mass of hair cascading like the precious garland of some Irish deity, Farrow has a tendency to trail off in conversation.

Every year since he left, his mother had bought her oldest son the presents he would have wanted: Air Jordans, baseball caps, a Buffalo Bills sweater, jackets, Dodgers gear.

Blank inside and eight to a set, the cards have a design on the front that is reminiscent of a holiday sweater, with clawed critters a plenty accompanied by a couple of candles and the punny greeting, “Mazelsloth.”