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I drove the moped around the block for a few laps and then deemed myself ready to buzz around on busier roads. The only time I became nervous was when I was surrounded by trucks. I quickly escaped by zooming ahead and turning down a road that led to the strip.
I pulled into the casino parking lot and wedged the moped in a corner that had a sliver of space. It was prohibited, but taking up an entire space just for one little bike seemed wasteful. The tiny space was perfect for the moped, and it was closer to the door. I smiled at the moped. I was beginning to like that thing. Perhaps I could buy it off Sergio when he returns to Panama.
I sighed . . . Sergio had to go back to Panama. Perhaps it was better that David stopped what couldn’t have started. My emotions were on a sled ride—wh
