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for a minute, rubbing the joint through my sweatpants while the hotel air conditioner rattled like it was losing a fight. Somewhere down the hall, a kid laughed. A door slammed. The smell of burnt coffee drifted in from the lobby downstairs.
I stared at my phone. Three unread texts from co-workers. One from Dana. You survived the wedding.
I almost laughed.continue reading …
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