They carried the reels and the projector back to the Hotel Equinox and arranged a public screening. Invitations were scribbled in ink and chalk and left on cafe windows and bulletin boards. People arrived with stories tucked into pockets: a woman who had once been a dishwasher at the Equinox, a man who'd read the hotel’s obituary in a now-defunct zine, a group of students studying film.
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