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... the windows so no one could see who was inside. It was painted red, or it had been before the paint had mostly flaked off, with a gold trim. And by gold, I mean yellow, by which I mean nicotine-ceiling white.
Ah think its really nice, said Flossie as we stood outside checking it out. Roomy.
You could have squeezed in ten or twelve people on the bench seats on either side (or six Flossies) and still stretch your legs. The seats were padded but looked like they could do with a good ...
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