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I saw a group of motorcyclists, about 11-13 years old. There was a yellow one, 2 black ones (one with a raincoat), and a green and blue one. I liked the black one. I talked to the yellow one a little. I asked him for a skid plate in Telegram and forgot about it. Then they went up the mountain. The yellow one called me and said, "Can I see you?" I went outside and saw the bikes flashing, but then I found myself on the mountain itself. Something happened to the yellow one. We were lifted into the air and started to squirm like a tornado. I took him and his bike and...
Then we were riding in some cabin, there was a black and a yellow one, then the black one said, "Girls only love me because of my motorcycle." He said it coldly.