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I have a similar story but not as heartbreaking as yours. I spent a whole Sunday washing, drying, claybarring, and waxing my car till it was an immaculate shine. I parked her under the tree in the shade. Next morning I come out to find a bird diarrhead on the hood and right fender. I am not a fan of birds anymore not that I ever was much in the first place. They are my sworn enemies now.
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Tim
My car's name is Grace.
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