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2:31 AM

by michael-jeffrey-wille

Is it too late for a third beer? Why wouldn't it be? I've got the time to waste going nowhere and somewhere at the same time. What about the motels we missed? I remember the bed spreads weren't stained; strangely immaculate given the circumstances especially when one considers the hookers that were most likely in that room. A tip of the hat the the maids.
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