Chapter Eleven
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After breakfast in bed and a couple hours spent channel surfing, Margaret finally conceded that it would be in her best interest to get dressed.  She threw on a stretched out Alice in Chains t-shirt, one of the early ones, over her one-peice bathing suit and slipped into a pair of cut off shorts she hadn't seen in nearly two decades.  She found a pair of rainbow flip flops, ones that she had loved in the early 90's, and stepped out of her room.  She passed no one as she made her way down the hall.  

The air was thick with the scent of bacon and Belgium waffles.  Other exotic smells like aftershave and clean skin.  At the end of the hall she took the stairs down to the basement level two at a time.  She always preferred stairs at a hotel.  No matter how n...

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