Still Not Sure
I still don’t know how I got home after Halloween in 2012. The pair of glasses I lost must have been a sacrifice to Hecate.
But I know the hotel did help me find correspondence with Sondheim. And assist me in meeting, falling in love with, and proposing to my wife.
So feel free to keep the glasses. They were a fair payment for what was earned.
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