Over the next few weeks, we visited the theatre often. Gin kept trying to find any papers that would give us an idea of the year the movie came out. The poster, frustratingly singular, was of little help as its singed edges where details such as directors’ and actors’ names are often kept, were so devastated that only one letter, a part of a letter—the top of a G or a C, we thought—was visible. Wasn’t much help.
I think it was Friday when I suggested that we just play the movie. I wish to God I hadn’t.
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