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ugh.
talking to my deck buddy... he says...."at 2200, you gotta buy the bike. If you don't want it, I'll buy it for my son." So Harry is bringing it tomorrow with the title and the windshield. I'll pay him, and ride it for a couple days... check out the red one... and if I don't want to keep it, pass it on.
nice huh?
now... helmet shopping!
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There's a Shadow just behind me. Shrouding every step I take. Making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me. _tool
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