THE EMINENT THEFT
OF KIRK FALLOW
You may remember how things used to be : those
old movie palaces where you'd walk - still outdoors -
to an open area beneath the marquee, where the ticket
purchase booth was glass-fronted and inside it someone
sat. A walk-around area, before you'd go inside, had
all the posters and blurbs and such for the upcoming
attractions and the present show. It wasn't much, but it
all felt so different. Like a little town somewhere else.
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There wasn't any murder in the air - even if the film
was a murder-mystery. And, for lonely men along in
the crowd, there was no romance either, even if it was
a romance, playing. Yes, another world, and the ticket
clerk only grunted, or said a few words at the most.
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Nice place to live, but I wouldn't want to visit there.
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