The yellow Harley paced him well through the winding mountain roads. The sun was beginning to set over the ocean, turning the foam on the waves a bright orange. Carolann could definitely ride well, despite the statement she made about being new to all “this”. She cracked the throttle of the sleek yellow Sportster...
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I don’t understand some relationships. The weekend after graduation is a particularly dull time for a liquor store. Everyone that wants booze has either left town, is still nursing the worst hangover of their academic life, or is still plowing through leftover alcohol. Or has to work. Which I was. The late afternoon sun...
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