His father set the chai down and took off his reading glasses. “You know, when the play first toured in the ’80s, we didn’t have apps. We had the queue. People slept on the footpath outside the auditorium. They sold their wristwatch for a balcony ticket. And you’re telling me the problem is… which button to press?”
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