Chapter 19
I was lying on the cot, shivering in the air conditioning. Feeling like I needed more warmth than the scratchy blanket, I sat up and picked up my canvas bag.
When I reached for my jacket, my wallet caught my eye. I smiled as I looked at it, an idea occurring to me.
If I was really going to be stuck here—and nothing actually mattered—I might as well start having a little more fun.
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