The first time I saw the motorcycle parked beside my son’s grave, I almost turned around and left.
Not because I was afraid.
Because I was angry.
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The first time I saw the motorcycle parked beside my son’s grave, I almost turned around and left.
Not because I was afraid.
Because I was angry.
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