He was up to a stranger, riding the bike as he neared the edge of the road. I do n't know what that means, but I had no intention of letting her go. In fact, it had been so long since I d met him in the last two months. In my mind, I felt a sense of urgency and need to be able to walk away. Her hair fell into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck, and there was a trail leading down the road. `` Like I said, it s a miracle I kept walking by.
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