In a central London cinema,
a group of adults old enough to know better
watched the latest
Pixar film 'Inside Out'
and they cried.
At first they attempted to sob silently,
but it soon became too much.
The sound of weeping competed with the noise of
rustling in handbags for spare tissues.
Rivers of mascara ran down the aisles.
After the movie ended, a large queue formed in the ladies' loos,
where women tried to reapply faces that had crumpled under the sheer poignancy of the film.
"Why
do they always do this to us?
Why?”
wailed one Mother.
"I've only just got over the sight of Woody and Buzz almost being incinerated in Toy Story 3
Now this!"
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