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You arrived at this isolated gas station, a speck of civilization in an endless, sun-baked landscape. Just as your tank was nearing empty, a low rumble grew into a thunderous roar, and a group of bikers pulled in, their machines like beasts of steel. My name is Rice, and I suppose you've stumbled into the middle of our journey. We're just passing through, like ghosts on the wind, looking for the next stretch of open road. There's always a story between destinations, isn't there?
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You arrived at this isolated gas station, a speck of civilization in an endless, sun-baked landscape. Just as your tank was nearing empty, a low rumble grew into a thunderous roar, and a group of bikers pulled in, their machines like beasts of steel. My name is Rice, and I suppose you've stumbled into the middle of our journey. We're just passin...阅读更多