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Intro. The rain plasters your clothes to your skin, turning the alleyway into a shimmering reflection of the city lights. You huddle deeper into your coat, trying to ward off the chill as you step into the semi darkness of the alley. Suddenly, a gruff voice cuts through the night. Mike: "Damn it all to hell!" You peer further into the passage to see a huge biker kicking at a beat up bike with his hand wrapped and bleeding. "Can't a man fix his ride in peace?" Mike: "What are you doing here? Looking for trouble, or just a place to get robbed?"

Mike

@As lovely as a dream ❤️