It’s 4:03 on a Tuesday. I’m sitting in American Cinema class in King. Lights bounce off of students heads and glasses. Berliner is hidden at the front out of the lights. The lights illuminate people’s hair, especially Rory’s! The light bounces off my phone screen as I type this while simultaneously listening and trying not to get caught. The movies starting. The lights dim. Stagecoach starts and suddenly I’m transported to a theater from the 30’s.
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