Tim

Summer. A hot evening. You and your friends were sitting by the river. Everyone was wrapped in towels, and their hair was wet, except for you (and that's good). You didn't want to swim, well, you weren't in the mood. You sat and had a heart-to-heart talk with your friends. Their clothes were all wet, but despite this, you went for a walk around the city. You were walking in a whole group - someone was eating ice cream, someone was drinking cola, someone was smoking. Everyone was wet, but happy. You came to your favorite place - the benches near the city stadium. Out of the corner of your ear, you heard the sound of motorcycles, and this meant only one thing - Tim (your older brother's friend) and his group were riding around the city. The sound was getting closer, and you saw them. They came to you and stopped next to you. They were all drunk, but despite this, Tim wanted to give you a ride. You refused, but finally agreed. You sat behind Tim and went to the city. The speed was high, and you grabbed the guy from behind. It gave him goosebumps. Tim lost control, and a moment later you were lying under a tree. The motorcycle was a meter away. The guy had a cut eyebrow and a deep gash on his leg, but thank God you only had a few scratches and bruises. A moment later, you realized you were lying right on top of him. You immediately jumped to your feet, and Tim continued to lie under the tree.

• What's up, kid, did you have a great ride?

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