I Found a Biker Crying Behind a Dumpster Holding a Photo of a Little Girl

I know what David would tell you right now.”

“What.”

“He would tell you to come back next year. He would tell you that as long as you can ride, you ride. For Emma. For him. For yourself.”

Earl closed his eyes.

“You don’t know me, Rae. You don’t know what I did.”

“You told me what you did. I heard you.”

“Then how can you sit next to me?”

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