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The building had obviously been repurposed several times in its life, and every time it was done it appears to have been done on the cheap. It looks like there might have been no plan to start with and every stage was an afterthought (Hey, why don’t we…). The building might have started as a mechanic’s garage. It had a flat roof so it was some kind of commercial building. It was on the edge of residential property that was older and, not dilapidated, but well worn. It was at the end of the neighborhood so that houses on the street were next to it on one side of the building and the other side of the building was a major local highway with traffic passing by to some destination other than here.
The building was a made of cinder block that had been painted several times, though not anytime recently. All of the layers of paint were worn and blistered and it would be possible for some individual with nothing better to do to count the layers. The last painting was two-tone with light blue on the bottom and then at the height of five feet the paint was white. There was an aluminum storefront window facing the residential street that had been installed during some iteration before this one.
The parking lot had the same afterthought design as the building. Parts of the lot were asphalt and parts were gravel. The entire lot was filled with potholes. Every part of the building and the lot appeared to be in its last dying stage, yet there were always six or eight cars there and a constant slow flow of cars in and out of the lot. Volumes of cars passed this building with one or two slowing to enter.
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