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After being on the road driving for more than eight hours straight, by the time Dave pulled into the little town, every hotel room was taken.

"You've got to have a room somewhere," he pleaded to the last hotel manager. "Or just a bed. I don't really care where. I'm completely exhausted."

"Well, I do have a double room with one occupant," admitted the manager, "And I'm sure he would be glad to split the cost. But to tell you the truth, he snores so loudly that people in adjoining rooms have complained all week. I'm not sure it'd be worth it to you."

"No problem," the tired traveler assured him. "I'll take it."

The next morning Dave came down to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. The manager asked him how he survived.

"Never better," Dave said.

The manager was impressed. "No problem with the other guy snoring, then?"

"Nope. I shut him up in no time," Dave said.

"How'd you manage that?" the manager asked.

"He was already in bed, snoring away when I came into the room," Dave said. "I went over, gave him a kiss on the cheek, told him, Good night, beautiful, and he sat up all night watching me."
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