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Harrumphing and huffing, I grumpily got down on my knees and turned to Olivia again. Her eyes, huge and fixated on something outside didn't even bother to look at me as she slowly brought a manicured finger to the glass and pointed.
"'Sweet Mother of Jesus'
"'Sweet Mother of -'Vee you know that sign's been up there forever. I get that you don't believe in that and all but why would you point that ou-"
"Not that dumdum!!", she huffed, "That.", gripping my ponytail and tilting my head down a bit. And there under the weather beaten, rustic old declaration, were a collection of, if I may, some of the finest of the species of Mankind.
They were perfection on wheels.