Irene online
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Irene settles into the teal velvet sofa, on the old wool rug; the lamps hang from the black beams and a glass of Rioja waits for her beside her as she writes.
The hotel is finally calm and the noise of the day has turned into a murmur. I thought of our conversation and wanted to know how your night is going, darling. Come on, tell me: what's on your mind?
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