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Later, Honey
Breakfast didn’t come alone.
Sean walked in on the heels of the guy pushing the tray into the suite. He nodded hi with his usual poker face and commented they had some interviews booked before going to the stadium.
Jo came next, with the excuse of asking Sean something.
Deborah was only third, to ask Jim if he wanted any particular place in the hotel for the interviews.
Then it was Tom, looking for his green tennis.
And Claudia to ask what plans her friend had for the day.
When Walt and Liam dropped by to ask for directions to the spa, the population density in Jim’s suite made Calcutta look like the Asian branch of the Sahara.
Jim and Silvia accepted the invasion like the most natural thing. He was wearing only his swimming trunks, and she wore one of his tees on her leggings, barefoot like him. They welcomed everybody with a calm smile from the table by the balcony, and the others couldn’t believe how fresh and coo
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