Every City Is The Same

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“No, I don’t feel like it. You guys go on without me.”

She picked up the remote and accidentally unmuted the TV. The sound was sudden, deafening.

HEMORRHOID REMEDIES, THEN YOU …”

She fumbled the phone while she thumbed the remote.

“Sorry. No, just the TV. Hotel TVs are always so loud.”

She nodded as she watched her reflection in the window. The pale light on the yellow bedspread wasn’t doing her any favors.

“No, I’m still here. Yeah, probably order room service. You guys go on and have fun. I’ll see you in the lobby at eight. There’s a Starbucks.”

 

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