Words 951-1,000

24Mar09

Michael was punctual. He was not, however, conventional. He roared to a halt on his two-tone Triumph Bonneville T100, cut the ignition, dismounted, and pulled off his black helmet. Katie got up and walked down to the curb.

“You got a helmet for me?” She asked, flashing a grin.

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