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Meet Cute #14: The Banker and the Femme Fatale —

The hotel clerk didn’t have my reservation. Nor did she have an empty room.

“I am sorry, sir,” she said. “We are completely booked. I am happy to make some phone calls –”

“But it’s high season!” I said. “Everywhere’s booked!”

“Perhaps someone made a cancellation.”

“It’s the snowiest January on the East Coast since 1977,” I said. “No one’s canceling.”


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