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What was the cause of that scar you have on your head?
A woman told me that her husband was in St. Louis.
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“This hotel is a book of life,” chortled the blonde and boastful desk clerk, “with me the hero thrilling its pages, and you poor bell hops—merely the pages.”
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Sign In Basement Window
Coffee and a roll downstairs, 10 cents.
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