The night was rainy, hot and humid. It was the kind of night that populates steamy, black and white, noir movies where someone is murdered. The stars seemed reduced to sloshing behind moldy gray clouds, as damp and listless as seaweed in the surf.
"Let's go see a movie, " Sophy suggested, as she brought up the Fandango website on the 70" smart TV. This quickly drew a brouhaha of excited interest.
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