alone. Soreness and fatigue clung to my body as I pulled myself into a seated position, but I still felt good. Really, really good. I looked around for… whatever his name was, but saw nothing, and heard no one. Strange. I climbed out of the bed, wrapping myself in the sheet before I moved around the suite looking for him, with no luck. No clothes, no bags, nothing. He was gone. A hint of panic
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Sam Paul
