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Ah, just a beautiful fall day in Reston, with our favorite
parallelogram isosceles trapezoid balefully standing watch over a bunch of new home signs and the giant gaping void that will soon be home to
a four-star hotel. Been there, done that. But wait, what's that we see in the reflection of the Sleestak mud pit?
Computer, enhance:
That's right. Where level G93 of the future woonerf-free parking garage will someday be is a giant gathering of porta-potties, huddled together for shelter. Definitely more gritty and urbane than videos of sharks, and it brings a whole new meaning to "Reston Row," the end.
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