The Arms Hotel, Monday

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Mary was sitting at the front desk, a jar of peanut butter in one hand, a spoon in the other. She sat there, eating spoonfuls of peanut butter and glaring at Gunther every time he walked past the front desk. She didn't say a word. When her spoon started scraping the bottom of the jar, Mary frowned and slammed the jar on the desk. That was Gunther's cue, and he came running with another jar. Mary took the full jar and resumed eating, a spoonful of peanut butter at a time.

It was one of those days.

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