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| At first I wasn't able to
see him when I first entered the parking lot, but after I made a swipe there he was. I
pulled up to him and rolled down my window. "Wes?" I said with a little uncertainty "Yah, Michael?" He said with the same uncertain tone. "Yah, was sup" I said now smiling, which in turn made him crack a smile back. "So, did you get a room yet?" "No, they're out of rooms here" "Hmm, strange" I said with a bit of confusions because usually the hotels in Florence are always empty. "Ok, well we can find another place. Jump in" "Is it ok to leave my car here?" "Yah, they wont tow you." "Ok" he said while jumping into my passenger seat. We started off through Florence looking for a place that we could stay for the night, but for some reason everything had been taken. Finally we came upon a motel that looked run down, but we figured would be all right for the night. After going to the Tiki booth office and getting a key, we went to the room. As soon as we opened the door, we couldn't stop laughing. The room was straight out of the late 60's; crushed velvet wallpaper, torn bamboo pattern curtains, and rust on every piece of metal and porcelain. All I could do was apologize to Wes for the arrangements, but little did I know that Wes had some great ideas for the arrangements. |
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