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(I changed my character's name.)
Gary paused for a while, resting his cotton clad hips against the door, running an admiring hand slowly over the gleaming deep silver paint. Almost like a caress. He'd take very, very good care of it.
In a moment of indulgence, Gary tweaked the side view mirror up so he could get a good look at himself. Grinning and winking at his own reflection. Shaking his head, he decided to get back to work.
He raised the hose high above his head and stretched it out to untangle the coils, unconsciously displaying his deliciously well toned biceps. And then he leaned over, and turned on the tap.
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