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Dark of Night, Light of Love
It was almost another hour before we pulled into the resort. Lamp posts were lined along the road and there were lights that lit up walking paths. We drove to the large building in the center of the resort. I saw smaller buildings with trees and bushes around them dotting the landscape. This was an expensive resort. Nowhere in Nevada could be this green without it costing a lot of money. I wondered how much this was costing him. I didn’t think the collective paid enough for this. We pulled up in front of the large building and got out of the car. The driver got our bags and passed them off to a young man in a bellhop uniform. He led us into the main lobby. The floors were a glowing white marble with small rugs arranged under furniture which probably cost more than my car. Mable pilla
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