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that which is your delight

I watched Juno alone, in the theatre, feeling sorry for myself.
I ate a single whopper, self conscious about the sound of the wrapping, as I didn't want it to draw attention to the fact that I was eating a single whopper by myself watching Juno.

The boy in the movie was such a sweetheart.
I hated him.

I ducked out before the credits, before anyone else, and went down the stairs.

Sitting on the bench, outside the theatre, was him.
He was sorry.

Then we took these damn pictures.