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First Nights in Company Housing

The problem with staying in hotels is that every once in awhile you remember that someone, many people have had sex on the bed upon which you rest your head while watching Netflix. The truly awful thing about corporate apartments is that all of those people have faces. Clear, wholesome, smiling faces. And while you imagine them these faces tell corny jokes about healthy relationships and give shitty innuendos to their partners... whose faces I also recall in detail. Then I consider that they probably did some trail running or rock dancing (offbeat) just before they did it...probably in the middle of the day or at like 7 before they went out for sushi or something involving Quinoa. It haunts me at night... I'm so fucking tired.

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