Bry and Hanner and I took the car through the wash today.
I've always loved it since I was small: I was fascinated with the whirling brushes, the track that drags your car; every part of the squeaky clean, shiny automated washing process.
So we laughed at the whooshing brushes and we bonded and the car was cleaned. Then I ran over a dead rabbit on the way out.
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