Logan's Jealousy
Lexie.
When I reached my destination I almost died from inhaling too much cigarette smoke. I'm afraid things never change, like this place.
I wore the distinctive jacket so that they would accept me in that place and not look at me like a parasite.
Anyway ... I had come for a single reason and I promised to keep it, the only problem was that my motorcycle was wrecked in a damaged motorcycle depot.
All I had to do was hang on to someone to participate.
I thought I heard my name but it was not very distinguished by the noise of some motorcycles and the rap music that came from a classic car. Whatever is.
—Lexie? —I heard a voice— Lexie Anderson?
When the voice was heard too close not to imagine it, I turned and ran into nothing more and nothin
