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This was a crummy motel room.

He sat on the middle of the bed, the blankets pulled up over and wrapped around, so that only his face was exposed, watching some cop movie. Earlier that day, he’d stood up at work, and walked out, thinking about getting a coffee.

Instead he got in his car and started driving. Unthinking, he drove nightfall and then pulled in to a truck stop to get something to eat. He finished his dinner and asked the waitress if there was anywhere he could spend the night. She pointed across the highway.

To this motel.


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