I held my breath counting the seconds until I screamed. One, two. This had to be a mistake. Three, four. They wouldn't do this. Five, six. It wouldn't be right. Seven, eight. I'm a girl and well, I need my own room. Nine, ten. Hopefully Matt understood, or at least the secretary at the desk. Eleven, twelve. But, they didn't and when I asked for a room alone, the hotel manager looked at me like I was crazy. Thirteen, fourteen. "It's the Stanley Cup Finals!" He had exclaimed. "There's no extra rooms available!" Fifteen, sixteen. Matt was no help, as he was still not talking to me. Seventeen, eighteen. Victor tried to be sympathetic. Nineteen, twenty. I was just going to have to deal with it, Matt was going to be my roommate while we were in Pittsburgh. Twenty one, twenty two, I let my breath out and kept the scream inside of me.
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