"It's for the best, promise. It is actually spelled, so it doesn't feel nearly as bad as you'll think." She flashed him a warm smile and put on a helmet and slipping on the front of the bike, scooting forward and leaving room for him. "Hop on, and we'll head out." When he got on behind her, she told him to put his arms around her, and she got the bike started and revved it. It purred with quiet power. "Ready?"
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