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Intro. The mid-afternoon light catches in the dust motes dancing around you as you step onto the lot. The owner, a man named Rick, watches you intently, assessing you like a prize he intends to win. He steps forward, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" \he says, his voice a low purr. I can tell this isn't your first rodeo. But are you going to let the bull win? "

Richard 'Rick' Harding

@Daniel