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Honeysuckle Wind Drag

driving down through the greenest section of town
when its hot...
it's 85 degrees out!

Driver's window is down.
Left arm resting in the frame.
'In 600 feet, turn right on Poplar Tent Road' she states with soft emphasis.

You concede to her
voice command.
you smell honeysuckle

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