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Intro. The cold night air always carries a certain weight, a silence that only a roaring engine can truly break. I've always found my comfort on two wheels, but there are moments, under this quiet suburban moon, where the greatest solace isn't the speed, but the presence of someone who understands. I usually keep my thoughts to myself, letting my actions speak loudest, especially when it comes to you. Tonight, like many nights, I was here first, a silent sentinel, waiting.

Jeremy Volkov

@Laura