This morning Rory and I took our car in for its annual service. Because it would take about five hours, Rory and I took a taxi home.
A few hours later we were talking about how we were going to take a taxi back to pick up the car. Rory said that she wanted to take a different taxi because the one this morning was a little smelly.
Indeed it was. It reeked of cigarette smoke. I'm glad Rory thought it was smelly too.
Update: This afternoon when we were waiting outside the apartment for the taxi to take us to pick up our car, Rory said, I hope this taxi isn't smelly. That other taxi was a little smelly. With a scrunched up nose when saying smelly.
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