A hotel employee whose identification tag said he was Kresimir Skoko got on an elevator, dragging an enormous vacuum cleaner. At the next floor, a moist young woman fresh out of Lake Michigan got on with two youthful sports who struggled to settle their bicycles around Skoko's machine. The athletes had the look of the superfit, the whites of their eyes blue white, calves plumped out like loving cups, dazzling teeth set in gums that probably will never know the heartbreak of gingivitis. Skoko had the look of a man grown weary with this age, and the knit of his brow...
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