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11/16/2015 5:00:38 AM
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I watch the scenery go by as you drive.
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[i]He stops halfway to stop for gas[/i] "Want any snacks or anything while were here."
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"Just a bag of chips."
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"Allright." [i]He set's up the gasline and go's to get some chips[/i]
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I get off the motorcycle, stretching.
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[i]He stays in the store still doing stuff and you notice some people eyeing you from nearby[/i]
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I glare at them, giving them the hint to not try anything
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[i]They make a sign like they don't care and one of them get's shot in the leg and you notice the two turrets on the bike[/i]
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I sigh. "Really? Turrets?"
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[i]It makes a beeping sound as it goes back into the bike[/i] [i]Theron comes out of the store with a bag of chips and a soda[/i]
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"Your bike just shot a guy."
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"I know." [i]He clicks his tac-pad and they come out again[/i]
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"Really? You know I could've handled those guys on my own."
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"Still didn't want them to hurt you." [i]He gives her the chips[/i]
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I grab them. "What, you got a crush on me or something?" I joke.
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"No it's me being nice." [i]He drinks the soda[/i]
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"Well don't get too nice." I open the chips and start eating.
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"Why not?"
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"Let's just say I'm not the warm and fuzzy kind of girl."
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"Ok, what about it?" [i]He keeps drinking[/i]
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"How about I don't tell you and you stop asking?"
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"Allright." [i]He finishes the can and throws it away getting on the bike[/i]
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I do the same with my chips, getting back on the bike as well.
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"You good."
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"Yeah."
