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“And here we are!” You quip, releasing Edgar’s hand to teeter off towards the check-in to slap ruddy bills onto the desk. You rent out the last room in the row, picking up the box of stuff the man wanted that you stole for him for your “date”.
Once you have the keys, you’re bouncing back to take him to the new room.
“I love this motel-- they barely have any roaches, and they actually wash the bedding!” You let him in first before you follow suit, kicking the door shut before you move to go and set the box on the little kitchenette’s counter. “So! Did you want that wine now, or later? I’m not much of a wine man, myself, but there’s no harm in trying some.”










