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5am lobby smells like stale croissant and negotiation
The cleaner's vacuum has this rhythm that pretends the building isn't already half-ghost. I'm just here holding space for the coffee urn to finish its gurgle before the first guest comes down to complain about the pillows. Some mornings the only meaningful transaction is the way I nod at the florist delivering white roses nobody ordered.
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