Every Monday, I watched an elderly man buy two tickets yet always sit alone. His ritual intrigued me so much that I decided to uncover the mystery. I bought a ticket to sit next to him, not realizing how his story would change my life.
The old city cinema wasn’t just a workplace for me; it was a comforting escape. The steady hum of the projector drowned out life’s chaos, while the buttery aroma of popcorn and the vintage posters on the walls spoke of an era of magic I had only read about.
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