The white-bearded biker slung a sack over his mighty shoulders, then ripped open a drinking carton with a bite.
“So, you’re him?” I ask.
“One of many,” he says, pouring eggnog into his Harley.
“Why are you doing that?”
“Vital holiday magic for speed.”
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