1692 Thunder Road, Wednesday evening

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Ivanova was swearing at her bike in Russian. More specifically, she was swearing at that thing that went clickclickclickPOING! that was supposed to go whirrrr. She stomped to her feet, wiping her hands on a rag in disgust.

"I need a drink . . ."

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