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Delivery

December 24, 2009

No, she said. I didn’t ask for room service.

But the tray was there on its cart, and the man who delivered it expected a tip. He swore the call came from her room, and she shook her head.

There’s no one here but me, she said. And I didn’t call.

He lifted the metal lid covering the plate, exposed a cheeseburger and well-done fries. Maybe, he said, the phone knew what you needed.

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