Seriously, first post on this blog, first time I even pick up the phone tonight, 10:03 p.m., older woman with a thick, crackly, Eastern European accent, "Yes. Hello. I was called this morning about things we are leaving in the room. Room 312." I try to ask her last name, but she cuts me off, jubilantly, "We have found them! We have found the underwear! Please inform the manager that Mr. James Brown is alright!" Click.
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