BALTIMORE — Before a seven-block walk up Pratt Street toward Oriole Park, I found the perfect lunch right next to my downtown Baltimore hotel: a Chick-fil-A No. 1 combo with fries, no pickles. A free refill on the lemonade couldn’t go to waste, so I headed back to my hotel, up to the 12th floor, and dropped it into the mini-fridge for a late-night treat.
While heading back to the elevator, I heard the elevator doors beeping as they opened, so I hustled there and just made it in after sticking a hand between the closing doors.
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Three women were inside. They
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