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The pure rush of the air blasted against my cold pale skin as I drove the red burrowed motorcycle to where she was going, I just had to make sure she got there safely with no trouble.

You're not forced to do that.

I dismissed my jumbled thoughts and concentrated on the road ahead. It would have been mighty fine if mom was with me, laughing as the wind sweeps her hair out of her face and her precious blue eyes look up at the sky. I could only hope she comes back ...