If I owe you e-mail, I'm not ignoring you, I'm lost in translation!
It's 4AM in my head, and 1AM here in Portland. The hotel says it's hip, and it is, sort of, but in its heart, it's adorable. The "please don't make us wash all these sheets every day" note starts, "Honey, these linens are clean," and in my head I heard
wearemany saying it
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