Hotel Bar

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I can’t answer anymore.

He stabbed the cork and twisted clockwise. “Patience. They’re here only one night. You, a month.”

Pop, pour.

Time stops in a hotel.

A stranger arrived next to me. “Where’re you from?”

Yet again, I answer.

Pop, pour.




Answering the ultimate question: Have all your clocks stopped?




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