"So you gone fix it?" Rafe plucked the joint from his lips to nod towards the silver pile of trash in the middle of the workshop. "Want me to fix it?", Barry asked back. "You know I don't give a fuck", Rafe shrugged and offered an arrogant grin-he had that kind of money and a Porsche to spare. "Alright. I'm gonna fix it", Barry decided. "But I want you to help me, bro"
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