If I ever had any doubts (which I didn't) that I hated motorcycles, they would all be gone now. We were in no way related by blood, but she was my uncles niece, my aunt loved her as a daughter, and she was like a sister to my cousin. That made us as good as family, even if I very rarely saw her
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<3 see you tomorrow, love.
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