Thirty One
TWO He turned the engine on and ran so fast that my eyes widened. He drives straight, and curves in the other way. I almost let go of my grip on the back and I felt like I was going to fall. I don't think I can go home alive with what he is doing. I grabbed his waistband. He's annoying! I got off the motor with trembling knees. Never will I ride a motorbike again! We were already in front of the condominium building, and I was almost deaf to the strength of my heartbeat. I violently handed the helmet to him which he took right away. Without a word I left him, I took big steps into the entrance building. But I stopped and looked at my back, the man was no longer there. The elevator we rode earlier? But why does it not feel like it? Why is my claustrophobia gone? "Where have you been
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