HORROR in the hotel room
Mar 19, 2020
3 minutes
WORDS BY HARRIET ROSE-GALE
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It was a gorgeous summer afternoon, and the offer of a drink after work sounded too good to resist.
‘Go on then!’ I said to my colleagues.
I’d just moved towns for work, and was enjoying getting to know my new work mates.
We headed to the pub after another long day in the office.
I went for a drink after a long day
But on 16 August 2014, ‘a drink’ turned into a fair few more.
My colleague James and I were soon stumbling out of the
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