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Tom arrived first, roaring up on his big, old, Vincent bike. He was clad in black leather with his hair streaming down over his back.
‘That’s your father? Far out! Mine’s really boring,’ Mitch said approvingly.
Saffron mounted pillion on the back of the bike - he passed her the rolled up posters.
As she roared off into the distance he thought, that’s a really unusual girl.
I wonder if I’ll
ever see her again.
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