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Again the awkward silence stretched out between us as we each waged our internal wars. Mine really wasn't that difficult a fight.
"There's a seedy little motel on Archer, about 3 miles from here." I suggested. Her response was immediate.
"Lets go." I left a $5 on the table for the soda and the trouble. At the motel I signed in as Mr. Johnson and paid in cash, though the wizened old man in the office looked like he couldn't have cared less. Moments later we stood alone in the cheap room, nervous and wondering what happened next.
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