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public. Then I made coffee in that tiny hotel machine that always tastes faintly like plastic.
At 6:12, Ben texted. Can we talk before you leave?
I stared at it for a while. Then I wrote back, Lobby coffee in 20.
He was already there when I came downstairs. Ben looked rough. Same suit pants from the night before. Wrinkled shirt. Hair sticking up in the continue reading …
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