The Giggling Grannies roared into the diner parking lot, chrome glinting in the sun. Emiko swung off her Harley, producing a lacquered bento box from her saddlebag. “Snack break!” she declared, as curious onlookers stared. Janette whispered, “You brought sushi on a bike ride?” Emiko grinned. “Of course. Just because we ride hard doesn’t mean we eat like savages.” She handed out chopsticks. “Now pass the soy sauce.”
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