The Hotel Called Life

The Hotel Called Life

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Do you ever think of your life as a hotel? Do you ever want to peek inside some else's life? Are you ever scared of the people you let into your life and the people you shut out? Maybe you want to check in and out of life whenever you please. Maybe you let someone into your life that you shouldn't have, or maybe you let someone stay longer than they should have. What if you didn't let them in and let someone else in instead? Life is full of so many maybe's and what if's, but that's just The Hotel Called Life. The Hotel Called Life is a short story that I hope you can relate to.
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