Monday, November 7, 2011

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        The rain was pitter-pattering on the roof of the car as we drove down Main Street. A heavenly aroma hit me as I wallked to the ticket booth and prepared to go watch a movie at the Melba. While I waited in line for some snacks, I could see many people waiting for their food they looked like wild animals, it was as if they hadn't eaten in days. I sat down in a seat that felt as soft as a cloud, while I ate some popcorn that was the right balance of salt and butter.

This is how I felt my first time in the Melba and how I still feel today when I walk threw the doors. Alot of memories start to flood back like the warm air of spring time blowing threw the trees.

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