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Hotel Placebo

It’s where all the sick people come to get better. A dead weather kind of prison, only without the Hannibal Lector masks. The warden tried to stuff them all into solitary, but that only pissed them off. Now no one’s having fun. We’re all selling romance for a dime. It’s that old fuck romance.

Sleep is good for you, they told me, while the smart people stayed up all night and did amazing things.

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