why is it that after jim leaves, all the bikers in the world decide to haunt me? honestly, on a 10 minute drive from home to bart, fucking 9 motorcycles? wtf. and it's not like it was only one day, either. no, this is every fucking day. where were all the bikers three weeks ago, dammit? as if i needed another reminder. the world hates me, sometimes
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