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The garage, Friday Afternoon
There was reggae playing on the radio as Leda made sure her bike was in tip top shape. It was a shame that in a few months she'd have to leave it behind. She needed to find someone to give it to perhaps.
Speaking of which there was a bag of ungiven Christmas presents near at hand in case any of her friends stopped by. She planned on carrying it around till she found them all.
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Speaking of which there was a bag of ungiven Christmas presents near at hand in case any of her friends stopped by. She planned on carrying it around till she found them all.
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"Leda, hiiii!"
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And then she saw the motorcycle, and her eyes lit up.
"Ooh, is that it?"
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When Leda revved her, the bike's exhaust gave off a blue non-toxic vapor that smelled like flowers. Also the engine sounded like a little kids saying;
"Zoom zoom."
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"I don't know if it's very different, but I've never been on a jet ski. I think you have to be more careful on a bike, since if you fall, you don't land in water." And maybe get eaten by a shark or something.
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