“Six-one-five” I said to the receptionist on a monotone. He handed over my key with a knowing look on his face. “Third night in a row, lucky bastard… everybody else is having fun in this place but me…” he was grumbling inside. I tuned him out automatically, his vulgar mind annoyed me. But I guess it was easy to make assumptions about why I stayed
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