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HE LOOKS LIKE RAGE!
“Oh my god! You guys weren’t kidding! He does look like Rage!” Tina’s jaws dropped, her eyes fixed on Brian.

“Yeah, and he does a lot of things like Rage too,” Justin said meaningfully. The person on Brian’s left looked over, her handsome face in a winced.

Tina realized Shane’s presence.

“Oh, so you guys have meet Shane, she's one of my friends,” she said.

Brian and Justin looked at Shane.

“Shane, these are Brian and Justin.” Tina said.

Shane smiled a little and made a waving gesture with her hand, “hey,” she said then went back to her drink.

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RAGE, ARE YOU COMING?
“Michael should be here soon.” Justin told Tina.

“He’s running a little late, he’s got the whole family with him.” Brian added.

“We better get a table then.” Tina suggested.

“I’m going back to the hotel, Justin.”

“What?”

“This is yours and Michael’s meeting. Later?” He said kissing Justin.

Shane got up too. “I gotta get going, Tina,” and gave Tina a hug.

“Okay, later Shane.”

“How are you getting back?” Tina asked Brian.

“I’ll probably take a cab.”

“Shane, do you mind giving Brian a ride?”

“Huh?”

“Do me a favor?”

“It’s not necessary.”

“Shane?”

“Rage are you coming?”

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THIS IS YOUR CAR?
“This is your car?” Brian pointed at the Jeep in front of them.

“Yeah, you got a problem with it?”

“Not at all,” he replied looking at Shane.

“Buckle up, Rage.”

“So, how’d you know Tina, you look like you’re not from around here.”

“Is that so?”

Shane just looked at him.

“My friend and my partner sort of found her…Can you go a little faster?”

“We have a speed limit around here,” Shane replied nonchalantly. “Where are you from, New York?”

“Pennsylvania,” Brian answered, his left eyebrow raised.

“Close enough.”

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KNOCK YOURSELF OUT.
"What’s that supposed to mean?” Brian’s eyebrows were closed together.

Before Shane could reply, they heard clanking noises. Shane immediately parked the car on the side of the road.

They got out of the car both looking at the flat tire; Brian, a hand rubbing on his chin and Shane scratching her head.

“Well, I supposed we’ll have to change the tire.” Shane sighed. “Unless you want to walk, your hotel isn’t far from here.”

Brian gave her a are-you-fucking-kidding-me look.

Shane looked at Brian’s well-manicured fingers lighting a cigarette.

“I guess I’m changing the tire then?”

“Knock yourself out.”

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THANKS, RAGE.
“Do you guys need help?” A car stopped next to them.

“No, thank you, she got it!”

“Okay!” The car drove off.

“You can at least pretend to help me you know?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“First, give me a drag of that cigarette, then hold the spare.”

They were both covered in grease afterwards.

“I thought you knew how to do this?” 

“It wasn’t that easy!”

“Next time check your tires before driving your car. You never know, you might be stuck on a turnpike.”

“Thanks, Rage.”

“I need a fucking drink.”

“I know a place.”

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