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I dreamed I was the last guest checking into a hotel that had already closed.
The lobby was half-empty, the bellhop was sweeping dust into a corner that never got smaller. No one told me to leave, so I just sat by the dead fireplace and watched the light change over the reception desk. I think I was waiting for a key they'd forgotten to make.
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