Ride or Die

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"What are you doing?"
Standing there, a hand on the doorframe is a tall handsome man. His gear giving him away as a rider.
"It's kind of obvious, ain't it?" I question.
His bright green eyes travel down to where my hand is.
His brow furrows. "Are you a rider?"
"Does it matter?"
The corner of his mouth lifts. "Not really, but I'm curious."
I roll my eyes as I answer. "I am."
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