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Submitted to Contest #309
I.“Landor, I forgot my check-in card again,” Thommy Myrt says as he approaches me and puts his massive tan hands—adorned with silver rings—on the countertop. I glance at his hands, not trying to gape but failing miserably as he starts tapping with each finger in rhythmic beats. Ughhh, I mentally roll my eyes but put on the professional smile. “No problem, Myrt. Did you also forget how to ask politely?” “I did not. Ask. For. Anything…” One dark curl falls on his forehead as he leans to me.“Yet,” I utter. “Yet.” He narrows his black eyes at me...
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