There’s your picture, friends, and here is a story.
“Dammit, Bob, would you just look?” Brian pointed at the front of the motel. Next to him, Bob, the night-shift manager tried to focus his bleary eyes.
“Nah, man. I ain’t seeing it.”
“That’s kinda the point”, Brian said, nearly yelling. He smacked the still-lit joint out of Bob’s hand. “Look!”
“Hey, man! That’s my last one”, Bob protested. He took a deep breath. “Okay, man. I’m looking. It’s the motel. So what?”
“So what? So where’s Room 19?”
Bob gave him a side-eye. “What do you mean, where’s Room 19? It’s right th–holy crap.”
“Right. Exactly. It’s gone.”
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