At midnight just off of Times Square, a dollar will take you ‘Back to the Future’. It’s New York city on a Sunday evening so naturally there’s a flying DeLorean parked in the street, Marty McFly’s hoverboard balanced on two black cans and the umpteenth tourist sidling up to a Doc impersonator slurring:
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