Reva Tripathi

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“I’ll change as soon as my clothes are dry,” I told him, looking up. “Where can I get one of those polos the other desk clerks wear?” He didn’t answer for a moment, his gaze hesitantly glancing down and back up again. Hooding his eyes, he walked around me, toward the hallway. “We’re all out.”
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