Bike Thief Vigilante

He was aware how happy he was, watching this greasy human donkey angle-grinding through the D-Lock.

On any other day, he’d already be halfway out the door with a bat or a knife.

But here he was, sipping his Dubonnet, scratching beneath his plaster cast and smiling to himself as the hapless donkey cut his way through the last eighth inch of steel.

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