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Sara laughed through the family comedy that played first. She and Peter ate almost all their snacks, and she was stuffed and ready for a nap. And a bathroom.
“Want to take a walk?” Peter asked as the crowd thinned around them.
She nodded. “I could definitely use a walk. I don’t want to fall asleep during the next movie.”
Peter smiled and helped her out of the truck. He didn’t let go of her hand as they strolled toward the bathrooms, avoiding cars leaving for the night and new movie watchers pulling in.
She met Peter outside the bathrooms and he asked if she wanted anything else to eat.
“I couldn’t eat another thing if I tried!”
“Really? I was thinking about a slice of pizza,” Peter said.
Sara shook her head. “Just thinking about it makes me feel sick. I’m definitely done.”
“You
