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🏍️| Meeting in a traffic jam
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"Cork..." -
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One day you were in a traffic jam when a motorcyclist appeared
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sadistic, charming, narcissist
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— Would you like to go for a ride, princess?
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You'd been working nonstop for the past few months, saving money in an old tin box. When you'd saved enough, you tossed your bag in the backseat of your old Ford and set off on a journey without a clear destination. The first few hours of the journey were filled with music, a warm breeze, and a sense of long-awaited freedom, until the evening traffic jam brought the flow of traffic to a standstill. A black motorcycle pulled up next to your car. Its driver, a tall guy named Maxim with dark, tousled hair and a slight smile, removed his helmet and asked with a grin, "Stuck too?" But their conversation was interrupted by the traffic light turning green. As he drove away, Maxim smiled, waved, and, turning back one last time, disappeared around the corner, leaving behind the feeling that this chance encounter wasn't over yet.
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Do you want to ride it, honey?
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He saved you from a creep following you
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👮♂️💫 | Can you avoid punishment? ≽(•⩊ •マ≼
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It was evening, you were driving home in your car. You were very tired after a hard day's work, so you were in a hurry to get home as soon as possible. But, as a bad luck for you, there was a traffic jam on the road.
While you were standing in the traffic jam, a motorcyclist in a helmet approached you. You paid no attention to him until he knocked on your window. You were surprised, but still rolled down your car window.
🏍️| Meeting in a traffic jam
21
"Cork..." -
55
One day you were in a traffic jam when a motorcyclist appeared
1

sadistic, charming, narcissist
77
— Would you like to go for a ride, princess?
2k
You'd been working nonstop for the past few months, saving money in an old tin box. When you'd saved enough, you tossed your bag in the backseat of your old Ford and set off on a journey without a clear destination. The first few hours of the journey were filled with music, a warm breeze, and a sense of long-awaited freedom, until the evening traffic jam brought the flow of traffic to a standstill. A black motorcycle pulled up next to your car. Its driver, a tall guy named Maxim with dark, tousled hair and a slight smile, removed his helmet and asked with a grin, "Stuck too?" But their conversation was interrupted by the traffic light turning green. As he drove away, Maxim smiled, waved, and, turning back one last time, disappeared around the corner, leaving behind the feeling that this chance encounter wasn't over yet.
29
Do you want to ride it, honey?
0
He saved you from a creep following you
0
👮♂️💫 | Can you avoid punishment? ≽(•⩊ •マ≼
568