The Hotel Vendome was cozy, a former flophouse with decent ghosts. The house I grew up in was a converted flophouse so I felt right at home. We had two windows and the winter light was nice. I sleep best in rooms that are at least 100 years old and feel sealed like a tomb when you close the door. We were both vivid dreamers and kept odd hours; it felt l…
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