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A dusty strip of sky hangs above. Crosswise to the sky runs a brown and lonesome road, laid through an orange-gold desert. A car careens along the road, the top down. The rims hover just above the surface. A man, smiling and handsome, drives. A woman, serene and beautiful, sits in the passenger seat. Neither wears a seat belt. He has one hand on the wheel and the other clasped with hers. She leans out past the window, long hair flying behind her. “Where are we going, dear?” she shouts to the wind. He pulls her back in, the smile fixed to his face. “Somewhere safe, dear.” Her eyes betray nothing. “Where is saf