‘Have you ever eaten breakfast at the Hilton before?’ shouted the woman on the door of the restaurant, as a guest attempted to gain entry.
She told me I could help myself to coffee and I said I would, because I had
As he mumbled something, she shouted: ‘And how are you this morning?’ He mumbled something else, and looked scared.
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