That lonely place...
Jennifer whipped out a single motorcycle. I had no clue about the brand or model, but it was old school – a 2-stroke engine. I was drowning in envy and awe; she knew how to ride a motorcycle, and I didn't! She asked me to open the gate, and then she started the engine because the ground sloped down from their yard to the rough road. Once I closed the gate, I hopped onto her motorcycle. "Isn't it just near CEMPELCO? Don't wiggle too much and put your feet on the steps there." "You really know how to drive, huh? What if we crash?", I worried. "No way. Just don't counterbalance. I mastered this bike since I was in fifth grade." "Vroom!!!", Jennifer drove smoothly. She wasn't hesitant on the road and was confident in her speed. In no time, we reached Auntie's house. "Knock, knock... Hello
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