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The Fifty Cal Gal
The street lights shine dimly over the long concrete roads that lead to fairly sized hotel complex. Cars come and go, while some sit in the parking lot for who knows how long as their owner lounges up in the tower floors of the hotel's tower. Patrons, guests, workers and inhabitants shuffle in and out the glass doors with various gaits. Some refined and hasty, others drunk and stumbling. Save for me, a man named Traci who simply stood there in irritation. "Where is she? She's really late." I...
Bisexual