I came home after school. The Motorcycle's "girlfriend" was walking out as I was walking in. I don't even think he likes her but whatever. I went up and washed out my cut. The Motorcycle boy was leaning against a wall, staring at nothing. Eventually my father walked in, coming back from the bars. He actually graduated from college awhile back, I don't know how he ended up in some dump like this area. The Motorcycle boy and him talked about stuff I didn't understand like always. The Motorcycle boy is probably the smartest, strongest, toughest person I know. I thought he was upset about his girlfriend or something so I tried to help him out. He told me it wasn't that and he knows all about his girlfriend and not to worry.
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