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Leo inherited the place from his uncle, a man who believed that a car was a living thing—a nervous, metallic horse that needed to be hand-fed premium gasoline and soothed with a warm chamois cloth. Leo had no such beliefs. Leo believed in code.

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Three cars showed up. A dented Prius, a spotless Tesla, and a mud-caked F-150. The gate recognized each one. The robotic guidance arms hummed. The cars glided into their slots like obedient fish. auto place

It was a waiting room. And it had been waiting for him to figure out what full service really meant. Leo inherited the place from his uncle, a