The door opened, and a man in his early 20s walked in pushing my trunks and bags on a cart. The man was tall, had dark blue eyes, and curly brown hair. He wore a paisley blue polo with a nametag on it. “Well thank you…Pam,” I read trying not to laugh. “I lost mine,” he explained, “The name's Thomas.”
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