The garage, Friday Afternoon

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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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"It's a lot lighter for one thing, and generally don't go as fast." She mounted the bike and walked it around in a circle. "Though this one's lighter than most other motorcycles because it doesn't have an internal combustion engine."