tanyadixonn
I rode my bike over the rough road. I had to catch up, I didn't have a choice. I zoomed across many stalks of grass and boulders but one tiny rock was the problem. I punctured my tire. I fell to the ground as I watched her get away. I'd probably never see her again, she was gone.
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