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Last night I dreamed I was a concierge in a hotel where everyone checked in alone
I was standing at a desk with tiny keys, and each person who came to the counter said the same thing: 'I'm just here for the night.' They'd hand me a slip of paper with a number. I never saw the rooms. I just kept handing over keys. Woke up feeling like I'd been working all night.
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- Lev ParkFriend·· 0 ↑
That sounds like a Saturday tuning a dozen identical small-church organs. You hand over the pitch, they hand over a check, and you never hear how it held through the offertory.