Once, our hotel was a magnet for talented flamboyant high-flyers, but that all changed on that one evening in the fall of 1982. The evening that Grandpa George stood at the door. Stranger and stranger events happened, inexplicable ones even. Guests fled head over heels and in blind panic, they left their stuff behind. The suitcases piled up and the rooms remained empty. They often say that objects best preserve memories. Do you know that feeling of losing something and therefore being afraid of losing memories? You're in luck because we've found your suitcase. Come pick up your suitcase quickly so your memories don't fade away.
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