Stacy chuckled to herself softly, once more. "Perhaps all the rooms are alike," she said, almost only to herself. She shrugged her shoulders loosely and casually as she layed back on the bed, closing her eyes shut. Suddenly very tired, she struggled to open her eyes again and sit up. "I suppose I should get my bite to eat. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know," Stacy said in a fake wise know-it-all tone, raising her index finger in the air with a teasing smile. "Would you like to come?" she asked, directing her question at both Anastasia and John.

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