42 - It's good to be alive
Wrench It’s been a tough couple of weeks trying to recover from being ambushed, shot, and thrown in a ditch. Idiots thought I was dead, and for a while there, so did I. Then an angel named Marley found me. Don’t ask me how she got me into her cabin, but she did. She then removed the bullets from my body and patched me up. Marley took care of me for days without even thinking about it. I was in a damn coma for two weeks, and she kept me alive. That special girl kept me hidden and alive without asking for anything in return. Marley knew I was a biker. She saw the patch on my chest. Yet when I woke and was coherent enough to make sense, she never asked questions about my MC. Something about that told me she knew about life already. Maybe she was caught up in that way of life once; perhaps
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