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I feel guilty for lying to Marek. For pretending to be someone I’m not. But then again that’s what I’ve spent my whole life doing. Why change now?
I manage to find my way back to the hostel, thankful that I’d walked pretty much in a straight line from here to town earlier today. At least staying above the bar will mean I’m more central and will be able to find my way back more easily. It seemed to be right in the thick of things.
When I get back to my room, everything’s still silent. I’d be willing to bet that none of the occupants of any of these rooms have even moved since I left earlier, never mind got up.
As I open the door, I stop and stare at the carrier bag I left on the side, with the holdall full of my belongings inside it. I can’t remember for the life of me how it looked
