Credit card
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At the end of a marathon shopping trip, I fumbled in my pocket for my credit card to pay for a lovely blouse.
"I'll have to resort to this—I'm out of cash," I told the distinguished gentleman who was waiting on me.
Noticing his surprised smile, I glanced down and realized that I had handed him the key card to my hotel room. -
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scarli he ask wat room no#
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the gentleman said: sorry, but im gay
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LoL
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nice
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lol.