Weak sunlight illuminated the morning mist carpeting the vast expanse of cracked tarmac.
Parco peered through the foggy windscreen at the lines of cars, searching for a space.
“Do you enjoy driving?”
Parco glanced at his passenger. “Most of the time.”
“Most of the time?”
“Some days it gets a bit tedious,” he sighed.
“What makes it tedious?”
Parco shrugged. “Well. Maybe searching for a space in the same parking lot day after day.”
He turned the vehicle as it reached the end of the line of tightly packed cars and drove into the next row.
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