Tuesday, Mar. 29, 2005 - 5:54 p.m.
Saturday afternoon revelry, dried fruit in her bag and her cosiest jumper to hug into herself. At the second or third short for a coming attraction she would casually glance around the cinema, was it two or three other patrons indulging in a solitary escape? Sometimes one was in fact two (oh, new romance) or two in fact one (oh, coats and bags piled up), but slowly they came into focus. The very best luxury was one other person alone on the other side of the cinema, hunkered down in their seat, making themselves small. They were her partner in crime, her confidante, her special anonymous comrade non-companion.
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