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THERE MUST BE

SOME MISTAKE!

That night, I fell into bed. Tomorrow I will

definitely sleep in, I told myself.

But at six o’clock the next morning,

someone was knocking at my door. “

who

is it now?

” I asked, exasperated.

“It’s the hotel manager, Gerattimo!” a

voice squeaked. “Have you forgotten you

are leaving today? You’re very late! You’re

going to miss your plane!”

I opened the doorin a daze.“What

do you mean I’m leaving? I’ve paid for a

whole week,” I muttered.

The hotel manager just shook his head.

He showed me a piece of paper from the

Trust Me, You’ll Like It!

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