He lifted the handle, but nothing happened. He tapped the ring on the window. The car roared, the tires squealed, and the car sped away.
The man hurried to the van. It stalled.
"Forget it." The van started, and the man drove.
Soon, the same man that bought the TV said, "I can only give you five bucks."
"Five bucks?"
"Yea, I'm gonna have to clean the blood and skin out of this ring. From that cut on your cheek, I'd say it was yours. By the way, where's your brother?"
"Don't worry about it. Give me the money."
"Here."
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