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On my drive home, I kept glancing at the driver behind me from the rear view mirror whenever I stopped at a red light. She was an attractive brunette in a car that followed me for quite a few miles along Broadway. She had an olive complexion but I couldn't tell if she was of Middle Eastern descent, Italian or Hispanic.

However, at one light, I looked at my rear view mirror and saw her momentarily with a finger up in her nose. Umm... okay. I was a little taken back but pushed that candid image out of my head. Oh well.