At The Movies
By ejd1711. [google-translator] The popcorn smelled like fake butter and regret. Lenora slumped in the stiff theater seat, nursing the last dregs of her wine buzz and the fresh irritation of being right. On screen, a CGI robot punched another CGI robot. Crunch. Slam. Twenty minutes in, and from her left came the familiar, soft puff-puff-puff of Ed’s snoring. Unbelievable. She’d told him. She’d fucking told him this would happen. Another midnight movie she didn’t want to see,
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