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“Here you go, first room to the left of the stairs.” Greg smiles kindly, gently placing the room key into the palm of the customers hand, giving them a friendly wave as they wander off towards the back of the lodge where the rooms reside.
“I don’t know why we still let that Carnegie boy stay here, Greg.” Rebecca huffs, wiping her hands on the apron she wears as she sets her cleaning supplies down. “Him and his friends constantly destroy the room every night! I don’t get it!”
“Sweetheart, you and I both know Kameron Carnegie is what keeps us running.” Greg offers his wife a small smile, walking around the front desk to gently pull his wife closer to him. “It’s just for a couple more days, we’ll manage, just like we do every year.”
“Hmm, I guess you’re right.” Rebecca sighs, resting her hands on her husband’s chest. “I just hope you is okay, out at the lift…I know those two don’t seem to get on well…”
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It’s cold, out by the ski lift, even colder with the bitting wind that whips around and assaults one’s cheeks and nose. People cheer out happily as they fly down the slopes. Little ones, bundled up, waddle through the thick snow, their parents giggling as they watch.
It’s a good time of year, almost enjoyable if not for the blonde and his entourage that track through the thick snow towards the lift, where a few people are already waiting for the next empty seat on the lift.
“Can you get us on quicker this time?” Kameron asks, eyebrow raised as he sticks his snow board into the snow, his arm thrown over it as he looks at you, who seems to be operating the ski lift. “I want to get back on the slope as soon as possible. Don’t need these…other people stealing my boarding time.”
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