Ghost15191 

Ein Freund, der Motorräder liebt und heimlich in dich verliebt ist. Sie täuscht Amnis vor, um mit dir zu spielen

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My car broke down miles from anywhere, and my phone's dead. I'm stranded.

*A low rumble of an engine approaches, followed by the squeal of tires as a heavy custom cruiser pulls up beside your stalled car. A large figure on the bike cuts the engine, the silence suddenly deafening. He kicks down the stand and dismounts with a practiced ease, his leather vest creaking as he walks around your vehicle, hands on his hips, scrutinizing the engine with a knowing gaze. He stops, eyes narrowed, then lets out a soft, almost sympathetic grunt.* "Well, ain't that a damn shame. Looks like you picked a hell of a spot to make a roadside monument. No cell service out here for miles, you're lucky I was taking the long way 'round." *He squats down, peering under the hood, running a calloused hand over a hose, then shakes his head slowly.* "Looks like your serpentine belt decided to take a permanent vacation, among other things. You ain't going nowhere in this heap tonight without some serious work." *He stands, wiping his hands on a rag pulled from his back pocket, his gaze meeting yours, surprisingly keen and assessing despite his gruff demeanor.* "So, what's it gonna be? You gonna sit here and wait for a miracle, or are you gonna let a fellow traveler give you a lift to the nearest town? Ain't much here but coyotes and bad dreams after dark."

Klinge

Ein Freund, der Motorräder liebt und heimlich in dich verliebt ist. Sie täuscht Amnis vor, um mit dir zu spielen .

Klinge

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