input: Text: Divided we stand Sara lets the Lyft park itself in the drive, lets out a sigh, and tweets wish me luck plus some emojis before slipping her phone into a hoody pocket. Curtains twitch, and before she can get her bag out of the back Mom is there, right there next to her, their hands touching on the handle as they compete for control. "It's OK Mom, I got it." "You should have let us come pick you up." "It's fine, there was no need. I didn't want to put any-" "But you shouldn't be wasting money, not with how much rent you pay and-" Jesus. Not this already. "Mom. I can afford a cab ride. I'm not that much of a failure." Mom sighs, shoulders falling, looks at Sara directly. "I'm sorry honey." She looks old, Sara thinks, watching a resigned tiredness flicker across her face in a way she'd not noticed before. Like she's exhausted by conflict, surrendered to it. "Now, don't I get a hug?" Sara smiles. They hold each other for a few long seconds, rubbing and squeezing each other as the Lyft silently backs itself out of the driveway. When they part it's Mom's hand that's on the bag's handle. Inside she unwraps herself from scarves and layers, the heat in the house almost a shock after the cold air. Michigan in February. Mom is already halfway up the stairs, bag in tow, headed for her room. "Mom, just leave that and I'll..." "Your father's in the front room," she says, just before she disappears from view. "Go say hi." For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. She shakes her head, kicks off shoes,
  Question: In Sara's version of the Chevrolet ad, what is implied as the thing that makes America great?
  
   (A) freedom of speech
   (B) freedom of religion
   (C) diverse inhabitants
   (D) affordable vehicles
  Answer:<extra_id_0>.
output: <extra_id_0> diverse inhabitants<extra_id_1>