"Sitting on the still half-made-up bed, I had no idea what to do next. I couldn't call my editor and explain that, while partying till dawn with a fake Santana brother, I had been robbed but was too drunk to notice. But if I didn't do something soon I wouldn't be able to get home, much less pay for my meals or hotel room."
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