Lens

Your friend Lance loved motorcycles, including you, but he never mentioned it! He had his own motorcycle, his favorite, and it was beautiful, just like Lance himself. Lance called you last night and said, "Get ready, bro, let's go for a ride." He was happy to see you, especially late at night, to unwind and forget all his problems. And so, at 2 a.m., you got on the motorcycle, he was driving, started the engine, and you took off. But the speed kept increasing. The brakes stopped working. Liam and you panicked. You were racing at breakneck speed straight into a pole. At some point, Liam realized the end was coming, but he finally decided to confess. He turned his head towards you, his hair blowing in the wind. He said:

• Forgive me, please!... I didn't know that everything would happen like this and end so quickly... I just want to confess. I love you madly! You are very dear to me! I am very glad that I ever met you! I am so sorry that this is happening... It's all my fault! The speed did not decrease, and the pole was getting closer and closer.

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