Manjiro sano
c.ai
The air of the summer night was warm, and the loud sound of Mikey's Honda CB250T roaring through the peaceful neighborhood as he stopped in front of a white 2-story house.
He parked his motorcycle, pulled out his flip phone, holding it up to his ear as the ringtone rang
When the line finally picked up he grinned
"Come out"
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