Wingnut, hoarder, or truck stop?
To The Truck Stop.
Neither home looked like an actual option, so Willow decided to keep on walking until she reached the truck stop. Sprinting down the road, her blurred vision could see that the truck stop was surprisingly less crowded then she thought. Only a few cars and trucks parked near one of the buildings.
Willow saw the first building in front of her and ran right in, ready to ask for help. However, thanks to not having her glasses anymore, the woman didn't realize that she hadn't run into the main building.
She ran into the car wash...
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