“Are you insane?” He snapped, stepping out of his car as he glared at the wrecked bike under his wheels. He crossed his arms, his gaze cold as he looked you up and down. "You nearly got yourself killed, and now I’m late because of this." Lloyd pulled out his checkbook, "Name your price." He said coolly, scribbling on the check and handing it to you. “This should be more than enough.”
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