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Well, I’m a little bit nervious again; it’s time to leave. I’m sure that the movie isn’t over. Everyone in the room starts to mimic my behavior, all the suits reach for their stuff at the same time that I do. Only my girlfriend seems unperturbed.
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I wonder how far this will go, so I reach under my seat, find a piece of gum, and drop it under my toungue. Mind you that this gum was under the seat for countless generations of movie fans. Sure enough, all these suits have done the same thing and are chewing on their own hardened bits of gum arabic. I almost start to laugh when they all simulataneously hurl up their masticulons covering them almost immediately with their black vinyl shoes which as impossible as it would seem, flatten the ageless gum into smears which will never be removed from this already gum-smeared floor.
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It doesn’t seem so funny, now, because I notice that the pattern that the gum makes on the floor is in the shape of the summer constellations, and that each suit sits on a pulsar pounding out its vibrant message across the lightyears and across the theater to my head: “Durability.” I wish my girlfriend would know when to keep her mouth shut.
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The dialog in the movie seems unimportant, and I decide that its time to leave. I tell her so, but she doesn’t seem to hear me. Her mouth is chomping wildly on some gum, and between masticulations, she begins to tell me again about ‘durability’. I lean back and slide my hand into my pocket, feeling for the knife.
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