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“Crystal,” Brog Shouted As He Slammed His Meaty Four Fingered Fist Down Onto The Work Bench. “You Have To Be The Most Careless Human I’ve Ever Met.” He Picked Up The Screwdriver Laying Next To His Hand And Gripped The Handle So Tightly His Knuckles Glowed White. “You Could Have Killed Me Out There.” He Dug The Pointed End Of The Screwdriver Into The Cold Steel Surface Then Dragged It Effortlessly Across The Bench Leaving A Long Gash.

“You’re Being Dramatic,” Crystal Shot Back Without Glancing In His Direction. “I Made Sure Everything Was Tight Before The Race.” The Wheels Of The Stool She Was Sitting On Made A Clunking Noise As She Pushed Off With The Heels Of Her Feet And Scooted Around The Rear End Of The Speed Bike, Making Small Adjustments To The Springs As She Went. She Knew If She Made Eye Contact It Would Only Fuel His Rage. So Insead, She Intently Focused On Her