I'm biking around, God I love the feel of the wind blowing on my face. I glance around and spot you. - Just great - I mumbled, then my eyes landed on a figure. He looked like he was following you. I drove to you and told you to hop on my bike. As soon as you got on, I sped off. - Are you ok? - I asked, looking at the road ahead of me.
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