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"Bring some dry shampoo next time, also, keep the helmet, you'll need it pretty often." He mused, pulling his helmet off and running a hand through his hair, adjusting something within the helmet. |
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" i'll see you thursday? " she smiled one last time, she walked halfway into the doorway, before waving goodbye. - hours passed.. auroria couldn't stop thinking about him, the way he smiles. the way he laughs. is the paramedic falling for the motorcyclist? |
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He grinned, pulling his helmet back on before flipping his visor down, thinking back to the neighbors and grinning, revving his bike before speeding down her road at least twice as fast as he was with her, engine fading as he drew farther away. By the time he was home it was midnight, and he was tired beyond repair, slipping into the shower before brushing his teeth and heading to bed. |
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soon, aurora had to wake up, 4am, she got dressed and went to her job. |
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Monty hadn't been able to sleep that night, a now reaccuring issue. What was the solution? Go to the track and practice until he couldn't anymore. The doctor's had never cleared him, yet nothing could stop him from doing so, he wasn't about to take a six month long break just to 'heal'. |
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Morning Snow followed by Sunshine
