( she lets him retrieve her key card, reasoning with herself that she's sore and tired and might just sit in front of his door if he were to let her. but no, she's got it in her to find her real room and collapse in private, and plucks the flimsy plastic key from his hand with numb fingers. )
No, it's okay. It was 20-something — ( which is embarrassing, wow, she's even on the wrong floor ) — so I'll probably have a lot better luck if I were to go upstairs.
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No, it's okay. It was 20-something — ( which is embarrassing, wow, she's even on the wrong floor ) — so I'll probably have a lot better luck if I were to go upstairs.