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13. Isn’t He Wonderful?
Thirteen Isn’t He Wonderful? 9:47 a.m. 27 December San Francisco (Yet Another Day) “Good morning! How can I be of service to you, Mr. Edgeworth?” The woman behind the hotel’s front desk greets Hugh with a professional smile. “Are you interested in booking another night with us?” Good guess, since he’s already had to extend his stay twice thus far. But no, that’s not why he’s here. “Actually, I’m here to discuss the dry cleaning sent up to my room this morning...” The woman’s expression swiftly reconfigures into one of courteous concern. “Of course. Was it not to your satisfaction?” “No, it was not,” Hugh replies frankly. “I placed five ties in the laundry bag, only one of which was red, and I received five red ties in return.” The expression of courteous concern is replaced by one
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