Location: along the galloping goose
mood: funk
"shizin blueberrys..." I muttered, stringing together some random words in form of a swear as I almost veered off the trail. The handle bars were not something I was used to, as well as the back pedal brakes, and the height. It was taller than I was used to. I got back going in a straight line, and my breath caught. Looking straight forward, my mind flashed full of unwanted and long suppressed memories. Troy, or rather, someone who looked as much like him to be his twin, was headed straight for me. I flinched, both mentally and physically, as he passed, to close for sanity. "Holy fucking shit." I muttered, completely shaken.
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