The hotel lobby was going off. Opposite the check-in counter, a DJ was spinning tunes, adding another layer of energy and noise to the reunion of Overbrook High School's Class of '89. In the recessed lounge, previously occupied by guests with luggage and plane tickets, revelers chatted up old friends, the conversation flowing as smoothly as the cocktails mixed near the computer station. Outside in the courtyard, a checkerboard of brown and green ottomans, unrequited love got a second chance.

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