“You should wear a helmet,” I told her as we examined the broken one that now lay helplessly on the floor. Neither of us had a clue how or why it was broken. Had been fine yesterday. “I don’t need it,” Sara told me sounding incredibly annoyed, “I trust you. Nothing’s going to happen.” I hated people riding on motorbikes without helmets, it had always been one of those things that Just bugged me. It wasn’t safe. But I had to take her home and as I lived out in the country my motorbike was our only means of transportation. It was only this once, I told myself, Just this once. And she was right, what could happen?All Rights Reserved
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