She waits in the hotel vestibule,a book in one hand, trying to stay cool,fur coat draped over the other,one eye on the hotel elevator. She doesn’t want to be here so late,all she can do is sit and wait,watching couples drink and flirtwhile all she knows is that love hurts. When the elevator opens, she […]
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