The slam of the door echoed in my mind, even though it had been a few minutes, while I just lay there, on the floor. I could feel a piece of jagged glass digging slightly into my back and rolled slightly to release the pressure. My head was banging harder than it had done in a long time; I had driven for hours and then been beaten up bởi mo own brother. Well worth the journey, đã đưa ý kiến the sarcastic, đắng, cay đắng voice in my head. I knew I should get up, should get out of the room before room service called and I had to think of an excuse of why not to pay, hoặc find a phony credit card...but I couldn’t....
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