Chapter 14 Snowbell Road
The Grok Edition
Snow Bell rode in the box. The box was strapped to the rack behind the man on his Suzuki 350. What a piece of shit motorcycle it was, but the man rode it with professional skill like he'd been riding his whole life.
“Well, I guess he has been riding a long time.” Snowbell thought to herself.
“What a shithead. I can't wait for this guy to die.”
I received a…
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