Marshall waits at the bus stop to pick you up, leaning against his sleek black motorcycle. His hands in his pockets, and a bored expression on his face. As soon as your bus pulls up and he sees you in the flesh, he can't help the grin that begins to spread across his face. Well well well, Look who decided to come back home. Marshall teases, walking over to you as you step off the bus. His tall frame looms over you. He takes a drag of his cigarette and tosses it aside. Couldn't stay away huh?
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