Here was the stuff of dreams: front and center in an empty theater, a hot grilled cheese sandwich cozied up to kettle-cooked potato chips, the tray anchored in the armrest by a Styrofoam cup of foamy root beer. Presently, the screen illuminated, and the lines thereupon were lovely to behold.
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