The Arms Hotel, Tuesday

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Mary was taking a break from dealing with her latest special events client (not to mention her only special events client) to look out the lobby window and watch the anchovies fall from the sky. She was regretting her decision to help plan her friend Polly's wedding. The woman demanded more personal attention than any bridezilla Mary had dealt with before. She had gone back and forth to Las Vegas so many times that she was starting to lose track of where she was. Even now, as she watched it rain fish on the island, all Mary could think about was whether the tent she ordered for the reception would hold up to the elements. Not that it was likely to rain in Las Vegas…

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[Open! The OCD got rained out.]