Marc and I both got Saturday off, and then we booked a room in the Ritz-Carlton downtown for a few days and spent a while acting like we weren't just two teenagers that work at PetsMart, one of whom kills demons in her spare time. The hotel was niftykeen. Our room had a marble bathtub (actually less spiffy than it sounds, the marble gets kinda
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Although, if there was some sort of spell, that would explain the completely random pass I made at the room service delivery guy.
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