‘You moronic piece of @#$%! My beautiful bike. She’s ruined forever!’
‘It’s like you were trying to run me over!’
‘Ummm… Maybe I was driving a tad fast.’
‘A tad? A tad! Idiot!’
‘The brakes are completely messed up! The gears are everywhere. That chain’ll never go back on. How the hell am I getting to Vegas now?’
Windows down, they sped along the I-15 towards Nevada. Eloise let her hair blow wildly across her face as she struggled to hide her smile. She’d never liked that rusty old thing and the brakes hadn’t worked for years.Follow @jessieansons
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