Day four. No wallet. No service. No memory of how I got from the Hotel Del Coronado to this 24-hour laundromat in El Cajon. The dryers are full of clothes that look exactly like mine, but none of them fit. The attendant keeps humming the same jingle from the San Diego Zoo commercial. I asked to borrow his phone. He pointed to a payphone outside. When I picked up the receiver, a recorded voice said: "You are not lost. You are expected."
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