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She laughed, and he relieved her off the sheet cake featuring a pink puppet with ponytails on either side of her head A plastic bag was tapped to the box with a wand and a crown for accessories He shook his head Girls get all the cool shit Little boys never had swords and motorcycles

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I’ onto his bike He was a fish too long out of the water His brain screahter had ripped his wounds open like a razor blade He revved his engine, acknowledging to hi scared He hadn’t been prepared for the all-consurief that had sucked hi lot relishing the wind and the feeling of being weightless On his bike, he was one with everything He could sht air, taste the daue, and feel the cool wind blowing against hi could touch Today, the ride wasn’t enough Visions of his curly-haired angel haunted him Her broad smile, still chubby face, and sassy attitude were front and center in his brain He pulled into a gas station and let his bike idle off to the side Mike was prickly at best, and no one else knew his real story other than Data Support He pulled the telephone out of his cut and paused Fuck it

His fingers made the decision before hisphone to his ear and held his breath

“Hello?”

“Hey, support, you busy?” he asked, careful to keep his tone light

“Snake,” she whispered He closed his eyes, taking co okay?”

“Not really I could use soht”

“Do you want me to come to you?” she asked

“No, I’as station, and the club house is just too ht now”

“Y-you could come here”

“To your place, Sprite? You sure you want to risk scandalizing your neighbors like that?”

She snorted “If anything, it’ll get them to keep their opinions to themselves”

“Oh, you got a little rebel in you I thought I saw it back at the clubhouse”