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"You kidding me? Three cat converters, no Sanders upcharge, and you're gonna short me?" Michael barked at the scrapper.
"Shit happens, just hang on." She ducked back into her truck, pulling out a wrought-iron cage. "Collateral. Just one day, cash in the morning."
Michael looked between the scrapper and cage. "Cash, first thing in the morning."
Days later...
"Guerin, NO. Out! I tolerate plenty but I'm drawing a line."
"Cage lock's busted, couldn't leave him home." Michael gave the parrot on his shoulder an almond as Maria approached, already angry.
"PUTA!" The bird squawked.
Michael ran out of the Pony.