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They weren't bad looking guys, although the driver was a little skeezy.

He had thick, shaggy hair and at least a week's worth of scruff shaded his jaw. It looked like he had just rolled out of bed.

"Hey, baby!" she heard him yell through the open window. "Stop, love, talk to us, come on,  just pull..."

She couldn't make out all the words.

"Yeah, no way in hell," she mouthed, raising her middle finger and looking ahead.

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