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"Doesn't this place have TV?" my daughter asks. She is standing on one rung up on the railing of the balcony of our hotel.

"Come on now, I know it's not the best, but look at the view," I say. "You can see the whole city."

My son tugs on his leash and I pull him back.

"Hey buddy, not out there. And you shouldn't be on that, Jessica."

Jessica leans over the railing a little. I hear my wife enter behind me, I turn to see her and I tug my little boy closer. She's holding a McDonalds bag. She looks down at her phone while she speaks.

"This was all I could find-"

She looks up and sees Jessica.

"Jessica! Get away from that ledge."

Jessica turns, looking defiant, but then she steps down and stands on the cement balcony.

"Mom-ma! I'm hungry," my little buddy says.

She smiles, unrolls the top of the food bag and takes out a box of chicken nuggets.

My wife hands me the McDonalds bag and I hand her the leash. I take the bag outside onto the porch and rustle through until I find the one with the "cheeseburger" sticker. I hold it out to Jessica, who doesn't look.

"Honey?" I say.

"This place is a shithole," she says.

"Honey!" I say. "Take your burger."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome- Wow. Look at that sunset. Picturesque, no?"

I take out my cell phone and take a picture.