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Two hours later, the rain had slowed to a drizzle. Leo strapped on a brand-new helmet, clicked the kickstand up, and felt the engine thrum to life beneath him. He didn't just buy a scooter; he bought his time back. As he twisted the throttle and zipped out of the lot, the neon sign reflected in his visor—a pink glow that finally looked like a green light.

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"I saw the sign," Leo said, pointing a thumb toward the window. "‘Buy Here, Pay Here.’ My credit isn't exactly... well, it’s not great." Two hours later, the rain had slowed to a drizzle

"Full-time at the shipping hub," Leo replied, pulling a crumpled pay stub from his pocket. As he twisted the throttle and zipped out

He looked across the street at the row of shiny, fuel-efficient scooters. He didn't need a truck or a fancy sedan. He just needed to get to the warehouse shift on time without relying on a bus schedule that treated "punctuality" as a suggestion.

Leo crossed the street, his boots squeaking on the showroom floor. A man in a grease-stained polo, Marlowe himself, looked up from a clipboard.