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FORTY-ONE
The first thing I saw when I opened them early in the morning was the ceiling that was brightened by the little sunlight that was passing through the closed curtains in the bedroom of the hotel. I was laying in a supine position and my ears started to pick up the many sounds of the city. There were car horns that were honking endlessly in the traffic jam on the other street. The engines of the intercity buses were huffing as they drove along. I rolled over in the bed and pushed the sheets away to reveal my naked body. With a yawn and a light stretch, I planted my feet on the floor and stood up, walking over to the closed door. I opened it and looked through the door to the living room on the other side. There was a figure laying on the couch, half naked with only a pair of pants on. The b
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