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It’s been a lifetime since I might have had the chance to for real, anyway. It was dark gray and didn’t have a driver, as far as I could tell, but its engine was revving and the door opened on its own for me. My understanding was that the car was possessed by AI or demons, though that had little to do with the scenario immediately preceding it, where I had been cleaning up a ground-floor patio. I could feel the dried leaves sweeping under my feet. There was a railing that ran along its length but I found an opening at the far side and fitting together two parts of the gate, I thought I could easily secure it with the unused combination lock I had inside. Returning to our house I saw other units’ doors, including one wedged next to ours, which made me question the idea. The Lamborghini, as it turned out, was not magically or maniacally piloted and instead I sat behind a chauffeur whose passenger-side companion asked me for the key, which I produced from my pocket, remembering it from an earlier movie scene.

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