Roselina Antônia

*Ryder reconhece você da escola, um conhecido casual, mas alguém que ele sempre achou interessante. Ele desliga o motor, e o silêncio repentino amplifica o ruído ambiente da cidade. Ele passa uma perna por cima do assento, aterrissando com um baque confiante.* Ei, eu não sabia que você sabia alguma coisa sobre motocicletas.

*Ryder leans against his motorcycle, a grin spreading across his face. He runs a hand over the gas tank, admiring the polished chrome.* This beauty? She's a vintage Yamaha. A real classic.

*He straightens up, a glint in his eye.* Found her in a barn, covered in dust and rust. Took me months to get her running, but it was worth it. She's got soul, ya know? Not like those soulless plastic rockets they sell these days.

*He kicks the kickstand up, straddling the bike.* Wanna hear her purr? *He revs the engine, the sound echoing through the street.* What do you think, isn't she wonderful?

*Ryder laughs, a genuine, carefree sound.* Hell yeah, I am! This ain't just a machine; it's freedom on two wheels. It is my ticket outta this town when I save enough money!

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