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In response to "as he sits in the lobby, typing away and thinking about the person in room 217 -- nm" by call me Ishmael

217. Two-Seventeen. Two One Seven. The numbers swirled around in his head, like the mint in his lukewarm Julep.

Or maybe it was a mojito. Hard to tell through the scope.

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