Looking into the lobby, a spill needs mopping.

Entertainment after a long day of shopping.

There's popcorn dropping and people walking.

Echoes from talking as movies are dropping.

The hallways are filling.

Lines on both of these sides.

Ticket sales continue to rise.

Now the time starts to fly by.

Waiting for the end of the night while observing these lines.

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