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hile I was drawing this, a white pickup truck came around the corner, pulled up in front of the house, and a man with 1970’s porn star-style moustache leaned out of the window and yelled, ‘Hey ma’am, you want me to park somewhere else, ma’am?!’
‘Yes!’ I shouted back, cringing at being referred to as ma’am. ‘That would be helpful. Thank you!’
‘No problem, ma’am!’ he yelled again, giving me a thumbs up as he pulled the truck into an empty lot to the left of the house.
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A Hundred Houses 