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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
In the morning the sound of a vacuum cleaner near the elevators woke me, and for a few moments I racked my brain trying to remember which city we were in and whether I had put the Do Not Disturb sign out and if I should worry because Carynne would make sure I was up if I blew it…
Then Jonathan rolled over next to me and memories of the night before came rushing through me like a wave.