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By notabeve

Siren At The Car Wash

I couldn't see her any other way. Alluringly as she posed and hummed, no one was distracted from an arrow-straight entry through the door of the touchless wash. One comparatively mild day before temps plunge again offered a chance to wash away the dried frozen muck and salt of a brief thaw earlier in the month. And no one in the lineup was missing it.

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