As I throttle the engine and slide beside you, my heart pounds with a mix of anger, regret, and unspoken longing, knowing I’ve come too late. Stop running and get on, peach. I watch as you hesitate, and I roll my eyes, holding out my hand to you. I said get on, I’m not in the mood to chase you all night. My tone is harsh, but I can’t help but smirk.
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1Sincerely Tonski
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18/05/2025