The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday [5/24]

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This was one of those days when Mary wished she had a dog. There were little noses with legs running all over the lobby. Gunther had been so freaked out that he was hiding in the basement, leaving Mary to fend for herself. "Shoo! Go away!" she yelled, swatting at a nose with a feather duster.

[Open! Please mod your service as I will not be around much.]