"Okay, you can take some from my account. Someone made one, I don't know how you get money from it though, you'll have to ask Anya or Bea. They know this stuff." He'd let Marlow handle anything that involved actual physical contact with people or objects, including paying.
"I hope they tell us if they have," he says while the engine protests against the attempt speed up. "I don't think this car likes us." At least according to the map it wouldn't be much farther. He was looking forward to these supposedly good burgers.
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