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There's a harsh, incessant ringing that pierces the fog of sleep.
When Jorran's hand finally finds the motel phone, the desk clerk is already speaking.
"...morning, Mr. Salt...marsh. There's a woman in the lobby, she says she was meeting you to give you a ride to work. A Miss Park."
" Tell Miss Park I will be down in ....8...8. minutes. "
" Oh, and by the way, whoever is in charge of wake up calls needs to be fired! "
Jorran slams the phone down, hard.
" Never a second chance...... "
Jorran rises but does not shine.
Not today.
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(( Ummmmm. Are you waiting on me to post something? I mean, I can throw ninjas into your hotel room, if you are, but I'm not narrating what your toilet looks like or how bad the sink water tastes))
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