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35. Shared night in the forest

He stopped the bike at the side of the road and turned back to me, removing his helmet. His eyes searched mine as he said softly, โ€œGet down.โ€

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Hey butterflies!! Meet your author who can write both: "๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’• ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚, ๐‘ฐ'๐’Ž ๐’Š๐’ ๐’๐’๐’—๐’† ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’“๐’Š๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’๐Ÿ’‹" and also "๐’”๐’‰๐’†๐’†๐’”๐’‰ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’–๐’‹๐’‰๐’Œ๐’ ๐’”๐’–๐’‰๐’‚๐’‚๐’š๐’†๐Ÿฆ‹" I write stories full of butterflies, pain, and burning with passion-and trust me, I can give you some.