It was one thing to be on the road. It was another thing to be in Ashtabula. And it was another thing entirely to realize that your business wasn’t even in Ashtabula, but some small town where Ashtabula was regarded as the big city. No, what really made your day complete was having the desk clerk look at your suit, look down at your samples case, and put you in a room that looked over the alley.
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