It is the last hour of an all-inclusive buffet breakfast, so naturally the serving platters are empty–scraped bare of pale yellow mass-produced scrambled eggs and ‘greasy-less-than-crispy’ bacon. A few choose to queue, indicating their impatience by folded arms and tapping feet. Others return chastened to their tables littered with remnants from the first round, but their bodies stay tense, mouths ...
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