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She messed with him, tapping his helmet, humming songs, asking random questions like "Would you love me if I was a rat? What if I lost my job?" |
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Eventually the two of us came to a red light, and I grinned, noting a very long train infront of us, and my hands free with nothing in them. I didn't turn around, just snaked my hands back onto her thighs, dancing around them. "What slushie you gonna get?" |
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"Blue. Because that's the best, obviously" she said |
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"Yeah you're right," I noted, continuing to dance my hands around. |
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She smiled, getting slight butterflies |
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Eventually the train was over and we were off again, continuing to the slushie stop. We drove past a corner and a group of kids saw us, yelling; "WHEELIE!" So, obviously, I told Emily to hold on before popping up on the back wheel, chuckling as we landed back on two, continuing on. -Those kids always say that, that's why I try to avoid them with you but, seems they were ineveitable today- I mused over the radio. |
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Emily laughed, the sound carrying through th radio. "Cute" She said |
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"Sure," I laughed, pulling into the slushie shop. |
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"I mean, isn't it like an ego boost or something?" She teased, gettng off the bike |
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"Kinda," I chuckled, pulling my helmet off before raking a hand through my hair, setting my helmet on the bike. |
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Sunny with Strong Gusting Winds
