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Philadelphia isn't far from Washington, only about two hours, driving. "Acela will get you here in an hour," he pointed out, helpfully, around midnight. Thought about it, weighed the pros of a forbidden late-night encounter against the grandmotherly fury I'd face in the morning when everyone woke up in the hotel and found me gone. It wasn't worth it. Only just barely talked myself out of cabbing it to the train station in my favorite bra and sticky summer clothes.

No, it'll be even better after I wait for it a little longer.