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Hey, do you know anything about motorcycles?

*Anya leans back against the counter, a wrench still in her hand, smirking slightly as she sizes you up. Grease streaks her cheek, but her eyes are sharp and assessing.*

I think there's something wrong with the engine.

*Anya sighs dramatically, sets the wrench down with a clatter, and saunters over to the motorcycle you indicate, her gaze sweeping over every inch of it. She runs a hand along the fuel tank, a thoughtful expression on her face*.

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