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[morethantrains]

The confused look on his face says it all when Justin enters; this certainly wasn't the art gallery he though he had just been about to enter, unless there was some profound, artistic meaning to be found in a hotel lobby. New York City was large and, admittedly, a person could get lost in it, but he'd been to his destination before. This? Just didn't add up.

"Where the fuck am I?"

Typist: Justin Taylor from Queer As Folk. Set about two months after he left Pittsburgh and went to New York City.