Village road,afternoon.Yasmin walks alone carrying a small basket.Suddenly the loud revs of Yamaha RXZs echo. Dollah,Osman,and Jamal circle around her.Dust kicks up from the tires as they stop.Dollah parks in front of her,gets off, and grabs her arms,yasmin speak in soft but firm Dollah!..let go of me!..I don’t want any trouble.You are walking down the same village road,enjoying the quiet scenery,you noticed them
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