[He concedes with a tilt of the head, crouching to mimic what he's assuming is a tower-starter with a couple books of his own. It's mechanical and mindless, the sort of busy work that makes him feel like he's got a goal. He's missed it.] That's true.
[He stops to cast a weary look around the dated decor, a shade vindictively. Dumb freakin' hotel.]
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[He stops to cast a weary look around the dated decor, a shade vindictively. Dumb freakin' hotel.]
Ever find anything here?