A Hotel on the San Diego Marina, Thursday Morning

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On the scale of positive-versus-negative, so far the hotel was hovering firmly around the area of neutral. On the plus side: the shower was fantastic, the bed was amazingly comfortable, the view of the harbor was gorgeous. On the minus side: the closet door didn't shut properly, the internet in their room wasn't working, and there was this

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Also the hamburgers cost fifteen bucks and Katchoo had almost gotten them kicked out by starting a scuffle with the bellman who wouldn't let her grab her own luggage cart.

"What?" called Francine from the bed, then made her way to the balcony. "It is not."

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"Ah, it's all in how you look at it. From this angle, that's what it looks like." Katchoo pointed toward the pool, the source of the constant splashing-water noise that had made them think it was raining outside (well, it was overcast and cold). "Kinda like if you look from here, the seahorses are peeing into the pool! Who'd wanna swim in that? Geesh."

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"They're not peeing in the pool; they're spitting in the pool!"

[thismaskiwear]

"Oh, sure, you keep telling yourself that," Katchoo insisted. "Who spits in a long continous stream like that anyway?"