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[espigeonage]

[The view is from the floor, of the ceiling of Julien's room in the hotel, which has a poem taped to it. You can hear the sound of his very deep breathing, noisier and more labored than usual.]

I can't get up. There was a pulse - something's gonna - [A white wing is briefly visible, flapping. It's another moment before he says anything.]

It hurts.

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[espigeonage]

[he's just got a poem, because Julien is a little pretentious. The light is from the window and it's got about the same quality as from any room on that side of the hotel.]

Lilie. Hotel Lilie.

[hustru]

I can call the reception.

[espigeonage]

I don't want strangers staring at me! Not now.

[hustru]

[She is at an absolute loss here and has no idea what else she could do, so just...

She can't hop out of work just like that.] Good luck.