Three men and a careworker, a pair of giggling teenagers in a corner at the back, a man with his mother, unbrushed hair and a knotted bag of sweets brought from home. The end of a drink gets slurped through a straw, a wrapper's torn open and a polyphene bag pops as the adverts come on, loud and incongruous in the empty cavernous dark. Outside, in the primary colour bright, a line of people builds by the popcorn concession, waiting for a children's animation to begin.
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