Alone in Las Vegas Mrs. Hamilton gazes at singular white orchid, only life stirring within garish bridal suite. View from 38th floor showcases long row of hotels, each offering slight variation on same neon/gilt motif. Drained and demoralized, Mrs. Hamilton tries to unlatch window, finds it bolted shut. Mysterious green bug saunters toward orchid as if mocking housewife's sensibilities. "How did that insect gain entry when I can't even open a window?" she cries aloud before pulling out leather-bound journal. Tears flow as ballpoint pen races across page:

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