Purple Lines Don’t Meet – 12

13 She walked into the hotel and lingered around the lobby before she decided there was nothing fun happening there and went up to her room.  She reached into her bag, pulled out the last of the flight snacks, a crushed packet of plantain crisps, a half-melted granola bar. She ate them in silence. Washed…...

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