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Day 510


I could have sat outside the Bluewave Car Wash on Santa Monica Blvd watching the cars roll by for hours. Cement trucks would spew out fumes as they sped in tandem with the gray-haired men in their red Ferraris. When I was bored enough I could walk into the gift shop, greeted by an array of gossip magazines and bug-eyed stuffed animals, staring blankly at me. I would go over to touch their fuzzy outsides and squeeze their plush bellies like stress balls.

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