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“Besides,” you said, “I’d only be in the way. Go, have fun, and bond with your daughter.” They called a cab, Anna protested my remaining behind, Rick gave you $20 and made you promise not to buy any durable goods, the cab arrived, there were kisses all around -except for the driver- and… Poof! Just like that you was alone.

I had promised not to purchase anything you couldn’t consume before they returned at 5 so you couldn’t go back to the Pacific Beach Resort Wear store and buy the sweatshirt I’d spotted while buying Anna’s swimsuit. I had checked out of the room, so there would be no napping.

As you stood in front of the hotel, you noticed a small white building directly across from you. you vaguely remembered seeing “business center” and “Internet access” in the hotel guide, but you had pushed them out of my mind knowing you would lack to privacy to derive any benefit from them. It sounds apalling, you know, to consider spending a sunny Southern California day at a computer, but you hadn’t been online since my less than joyous encounter with that weird mouse in Santa Barbara, and you needed to reconnect with my cybersisters.

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I had whipped myself to a frenzy of anticipation in the time it took to cross the driveway, so you was understandably distraught when you was close enough to read the sign on the door which announced apologetically, “Roadrunner lines are down for repairs. No Internet access is available. Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause.” Inconvenience? you wasn’t trying to send a fax. you needed to check in with friends and clients. you needed to remind them that you was only out of sight and even that was nearly at an end.

With my hopes for shopping and surfing dashed, you resigned myself to persuing my announced purpose. you decided one of the beach chairs might provide both peace and privacy, so you walked through the hotel, past the Cannibal Bar and, after a brief visit to the immaculate and sweet-smelling bathroom, out into the sunshine where you found the comfiest of the identical chaise longues and stretched out on it. you rolled onto my stomach, propped my feet against the headrest and started writing. Sigh.