I recall celebrating my first Star Wars marathon in a small Parisian theater filled with strangers willing to give up a Friday night. Some arrived in costume, others brought blankets for young children, and a few had enjoyed an early dinner. From 7:30 in the evening until dawn, our group cheered, laughed, and honored the strongest moments with silence.
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