The Ride
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Last published Sun, Jul 16, 2023
As I was falling off a roof to my untimely death I couldn't help but think where I went wrong. What went through my head when I decided to hop on that bike with the mysterious guy everyone's mom would warn them about. The type of guy who would "only hurt you" as they say.
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