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EXT. HIGH WAY FILLED WITH CARS

 

The sun is blazing. Heat rises in bubbling waves from the

pavement. Traffic is backed up. It’s at a complete

standstill. Noise blares from open car windows as people

taunt some non-existent breeze. We come to a relatively old

car. Paint is thinning. There’s a big dent in it on the

side.

 

INT. HAROLD’S CAR

 

Two people sitting in the front of the car. One a lumpy man;

bald, pot-belly, round glasses pushed up into wispy blond

hair. The other passenger is a very large woman, bulbous,

rotund, oozing unpleasant pale flesh from under a floral

moo-moo. She is loudly snacking on a big bag of Cheetos.

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