I hoist my motorcycle helmet under my arm and look up at the bar. "The Black Ace". The sign is shaped like the playing card, and I grin slightly. I stroll inside and am immediately met with countless other bikers, all clad in leather and sunglasses. I bite back a laugh, and I can't help but feel like I've met my people. I take a seat at the bar and look around for the bartender, drumming my fingers against the motorcycle helmet
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