golden nugget



We pulled ourselves out of bed. It was the crack of dawn on a Saturday, a time when none of us would have otherwise been awake. Luckily Brigette's van has all of the rear seats removed. We climbed in the back like girls at a slumber party, sprawled out all in a row and surrounded with plush blankets. Our heads resting on pillows we rode as the sun came up. 

We pulled up to Golden Nugget flea market, our stomachs nourished with gas station sandwiches. The day was spent bargaining like a sleuth and filling up on treasures. The thrifting satisfied our need for adventure and we couldn't have been more content. 

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