Two weeks ago, I’m in Las Vegas for a story. I check in at the hotel and take the elevator from the lobby with two people older than me, man and woman, both in red shorts. They seem to be partners, husband and wife, perhaps boyfriend and girlfriend.
“We really should go to the gym at some point,” the man says.
The woman …
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