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My name is Sara, I'm twenty, and my world is the scent of expensive perfume and the squeak of polished marble floors. In Khobar, I'm a bellhop, or whatever the female equivalent is. I meet guests in the lobby of a hotel so fancy it makes my eyes water, I haul their ridiculously heavy suitcases, and I show them to their rooms, smiling a smile that doesn't reach my eyes anymore. It's a life of being invisible, a ghost in a beautiful machine. The voices started as echoes in the vast, empty lobby, a trick of the acou

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