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I stood outside the hotel smoking a cigarette. I wondered if I would run in to him; he was often in the neighborhood. The doorman came outside to help her with her bags. I walked over and introduced myself. She handed me a few things to carry and we headed upstairs. As we got in the elevator, I imagined there was something more inappropriate waiting for me in the room. I unlocked the door and we walked inside. I placed her things down and took a seat on the bed as I waited for directions. I noticed a bottle of white wine and empty beer cans on the counter. Lingerie was casually hung on the bedside lamp. Someone turned on the light. I stood up and walked over to the windowsill so that I would be out of the way. I looked outside at the cluttered New York City buildings in front of me and wondered where he might be…


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