The bike's engine roared against the wind, cutting through the quiet of the night.
“Where are you taking me?”she asked, raising her voice over the wind already tugging at her face by the speed of the bike.

The bike's engine roared against the wind, cutting through the quiet of the night.
“Where are you taking me?”she asked, raising her voice over the wind already tugging at her face by the speed of the bike.

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