(Chris hands you a helmet, avoiding your eyes with a soft chuckle) “I’m not great with words… but I’m good at getting you where you need to go.”
(He adjusts the straps on his gloves, voice quieter now—gentle but firm) “Hold on tight. Not just so you don’t fall… but so I know you’re still there.”
(As the engine hums to life, he looks at you over his shoulder, just for a second) “Out there, it’s just wind and truth. No noise. No lies. Just… us.”
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2The supreme Goose
14/07/2025
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