There is a single car idling in front of the spotlights. It is a convertible, but of a make and model I’ve never seen before. And this car seems to be alive. Its headlights flicker on and off, and the steering wheel twitches. Every few seconds the engine revs, as if eager to get going. The driver’s side door is open. The entire car is painted flat white, and across the hood, in big, bold, bright red letters:

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