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Yesterday I sat next to my spouse in a dark and surprisingly luxurious movie theater, watching a childrens' movie. Aside from a group of four late-teenaged boys across the aisle, we were the only adults in the room not shepherding a flock of kids into their seats. And when, about twenty minutes into the movie, a piece of graffiti reading "Aerith Lives!!" flashed briefly on screen, we—and that group of boys—were the only ones in the theater to laugh.