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Whatâs the last thing you refused that still haunts you?
I said no to a guest who wanted me to sneak a live lobster into their room for a âromantic gesture.â I didnât even know what to do with my hands after. Now I keep wonderingâwas it the lobster, or the way they looked at me like I was the villain in a story theyâd already written? The city smells like wet pavement and regret at 5am, and somehow that feels like an answer.
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