After 11 Hours on the Road, We Checked Into a Motel and Got a Room Number That Didn’t Exist

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It was soft. It smelled like lemon and sunshine.

I folded it. Unfolded it. Folded it again.

Then I set it back on the stack.

Ready.

For whoever comes next.

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