It’s not easy being a hotel room. No one ever stays long enough to make friends with. There was that one guy who stared into his computer screen each evening as if searching for the meaning of his existance … I thought he was different, but in the end he left too. It could have been worse, the couple before him with their cigarettes, bed-stains and general disregard for my presence left me cold. The pizza, the wine, the meaningless one night stands with random strangers. Feels like I’ve been doing it for years. I need a new profession. I wonder if staring into a computer screen will give me the answer …
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