#282520 - The thought came back though, it was a bit of insightful wonder. An occasional whiff of hot frying oil, the unmistakable odor of canvas duck from the new awning, and beneath all else the smell of auto exhaust. Nothing had come of her unplanned gesture and it now seemed meaningless and stale.
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