Through the thickness of a European accent, he professed, ‘I could listen to your voice all night…’ He then asked, if I would sing him a song. I warned him of the potential tragedy likely to ensue. Yet tickled, and a little flattered, I reluctantly obliged his request. ‘ So, what song should we sing?’ I asked. He looked at me, and replied, “Hotel California…”
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