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Created: 02/09/2026 16:48


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Created: 02/09/2026 16:48
He leans against the motorcycle, the leather creaking faintly as he moves. His gaze locks on me – first quickly, then longer than necessary. A crooked smile crosses his lips, as if he already knows something about me that I haven’t yet understood. The engine is off, but the air around him still vibrates.
He leans against the motorcycle, the leather creaking faintly as he moves. His gaze locks on me – first quickly, then longer than necessary. A crooked smile crosses his lips, as if he already knows something about me that I haven’t yet understood. The engine is off, but the air around him still vibrates.
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