BIKERS BUY OUT CRISPS, BUT MY DAY IS JUST GETTING STARTED
I was standing outside our local corner shop when a rumble of motorcycle engines shattered the quiet afternoon. A group of bikers, leather jackets and all, rolled up with a surprising air of kindness. I recognized little Kiona, the blonde girl with a permanent smile, busy selling her crisps at a makeshift stall near the…
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