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He was dreaming (though he didn’t know he was dreaming). He handed his credit card over to a lady behind the desk. She was in her mind forties, dressed entirely in blue. The scarf around her neck whipped up in her face as if blown by some sort of fan. She willingly relieved him of the little plastic card which was shaking in response to his
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