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The Green Shoes
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Silvia had just finished getting dressed, and Jim was still in the shower, when the room phone rang. She hesitated, but the thing kept ringing as to wake the dead, so she picked up.
“You fucking asshole! You took my green tennis last night? Again? I ain’t giving them up! If you like them, go buy yourself a pair!”
Silvia blinked. Okay, that was some way to say good morning. She wasn’t sure which musician was screaming on the phone, so she asked softly, “Good morning, sir, how can I help you?”
“Err… Sorry… Isn’t it Jim Robinson’s room?”
She swallowed a chuckle. It was Tom. “Yes, it is. Did you say green tennis?” She looked around. “Give me a minute, please.”
Jim’s duffel bag was where he’d dropped it the night before, just before she’d pretty much assaulted him. She opened it and saw a pair of green sneakers.
“I’ll br
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