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I never knew my heart could fall so fast.
“Am I going to die?”

“What is that?” I asked. My God, the haunting tune brought tears to my eyes. “It’s a love song from Zanzibar,” he said.

So, it would appear I’m “working” here at this seemingly upscale hotel located in the California desert whose name is synonymous…

“Honey, you should. You’re still hot,” Tina-Marie quipped. I hate it when someone says that. It makes me think of a chicken that’s been taken out of the oven and left on the counter, but might still be edible. Even though the time limit for actual hotness has passed, its lukewarm state could be overlooked by the truly starving.

Bonjour, Madame,” a sparkly flight attendant says. Her powder blue eye shadow takes me back to seventh grade. I blink hello. I’ve been butchering French for a month and cannot bring myself to utter one more word. I cannot wait to lean my head against the cabin wall the entire eleven and a half hour flight to Los Angeles. Last night’s farewell party was epic. That techno music is still pulsing through my eye sockets.