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... if you weren’t careful. I’d been riding my motorcycle out here every morning for the past month, slipping away from the house before the first hints of dawn painted the sky.
Today was no different. The engine’s low rumble cut through the pre-dawn silence as I navigated the cracked asphalt roads, weaving between abandoned cars that sat like rusted skeletons along the shoulder. Weeds pushed up already through the pavement in defiant clusters, and the occasional fallen tree branch forced m ...
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