Chapter 8

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Star, Marco, and Mrs. and Mr. Diaz entered their hotel rooms. Mr. Diaz and Marco would share a room, and Star and Mrs. Diaz would share a room.
There was a door connecting the two rooms. The hotel was REALLY nice. The beds were plush queen beds, one for Mrs. Diaz and one for Star. The pillows looked so soft. Their was a 60-inch flat screen TV on the wall, and the carpet was luscious. It was designed with white polka dots and a black background. The bathroom had a HUGE bathtub that would be great to try the new bath beads she was going to get when she and Marco went shopping. She had seen them in a store window and HAD to have some of them.
"This hotel is really nice," Star gushed.
"I know, right?" Mrs. Diaz replied, unpacking her bag. "It looks just as nice on the outside as it is on the inside. Beautiful architecture."
"Adults," Star muttered. "I'll never understand them."
Star changed into her nightgown and crawled into her bed. She slowly drifted to sleep, dreaming about doing coupley things with Marco in New York.
I know coupley isn't a word, but you all get my point, right? 😉

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