His words echo in my ears, and I shake my head, trying to forget them. Trying to forget him. But luckily, or unluckily, all thought leaves my brain as I step after him into the room and am hit by a wall of damp, lung-debilitating heat. “Whoa,” I say, struggling to breathe. “It’s like a sauna in here.” Lance doesn’t say anything, but he takes a few steps forward, past the door to the bathroom on the right, dropping his duffel bag on the floor next to the bed. The far wall contains a single window, the only one in the room besides the one by the front door, and inside that window sits an air conditioner that doesn’t seem to be on. Lance walks up to it, twists a few knobs, and bangs on the top of it with his fist. “It’s broken,” he declares. “Well,” I say, my blouse already sticking to my body. “Can we get a new room?” But Lance shakes his head.
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