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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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Sheraton Hotel it has all come to this: guests leaving in droves in their sparkly limousines, jostling lines at the front counter, hollow, loaded echoes of wheels on marbled granite. they had found someplace
better. manager said, and I did not comprehend. better? cheaper, larger, comfier? to what end? no answer was given or could be supplied; they had simply left, in suits and ties, in gowns and heels. cold gusts of air, brought in periodically by the revolving door, scheduled reminders of failure. waiting at the vestibule, i wear grace like a tailored vest and stow away dejection. they dare not meet my eye. when they arrived they were different: they walked with big strides towards the turning panels, moving through each partition as a quarter pie chart of enjoyment. we worked hard to welcome them; i forewent our anniversary, your birthday. and now i am told not to assign blame. passages are normal, she said. when a hotelier, your guests never stay. Comments are closed.
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