One Friday night, when I got back to my moped after dropping off a delivery, I was bit by a 500,000-shekel Tibetan Mastiff. That’s the number the Mastiff’s owner told me while she drove me to urgent care in her silver Tesla. Her name was Marit and she was really nice. She also told me that her grandfather had got rich off something, and wh…
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