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                                                By jacobratliff23 BRONZE
Charlotte, North Carolina
I am sitting in the driveway, in front of the garage that houses my dad's ancient blue Triumph motorcycle. The scent of gasoline fills my nostrils as tears drip down my face....
                                                        
                                                                                                                
                                                        
                                                        
                                                    Charlotte, North Carolina
I am sitting in the driveway, in front of the garage that houses my dad's ancient blue Triumph motorcycle. The scent of gasoline fills my nostrils as tears drip down my face....
