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Richard Prince got out of his car after parking at a meter, when he looked about at the surrounding neighborhood, thinking he must have taken a wrong turn somewhere while following the directions in the flyer for the movie showing. He thought he knew all of Spokane, but everything here was unfamiliar.
Now, where the hell is this theater supposed to be - - if it is here, he asked himself, wondering if he had been sent on a wild goose chase and beginning to feel foolish. A gust of late winter wind ruffled his wavy hair that was still dark despite approaching middle age. He hugged himself against the chill that cut through his baggy sweater to his spare frame beneath, when a stray memory of another time when he had been hit by a cold wind threatened to cross his mind. He pushed
