There has to be something said about walking down the hallway of a hotel at 2am. It’s lonely. It’s stark. It’s almost medical and sterile. There isn’t any daylight pouring through the windows…because, well there isn’t any. Just the solitude, emptiness, and the mystery of what is going on in room 513, 511, 509, and 507. It isn’t like walking up to
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