"Oh, hi!" a small voice chirped, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked down to see a boy, maybe eight. His eyes were sparkling with a joy that seemed to bounce right off him. "I think... I think I might be locked out!" he continued, his voice full of innocent enthusiasm. His hair a bit damp, and clutching a fluffy blue towel, bare feet wiggling against the cool tiles of the motel hallway. t-shirt neatly tucked into his shorts “Do you know how to get a room open?"
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