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Towards midday, he turns on his back and raises his left hand. It hits the drink, which flips and rolls in the air. The tall glass shatters into pieces. Its contents splash and spill, staining the red carpet surrounding the hotel's wide bed. He lies there for a few moments with his eyes closed, a smile spreading over his face as his mind conjures up an image of that divine night in the silver evening dress he had worn and loved so much.