21| Strawberry Shortcake

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This is the "clean" version of the chapter

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This is the "clean" version of the chapter. The "mature" version that I HIGHLY suggest you read can be found in Bittersweet Restricted.
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One of the reasons why I prefer riding a bicycle to driving a car is that you don't have to worry about rude people honking at you or speeding past your car

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One of the reasons why I prefer riding a bicycle to driving a car is that you don't have to worry about rude people honking at you or speeding past your car. There are not a lot of bicycles clogging up the sidewalk so it's fairly peaceful. Unfortunately, I had to take my car when going to the conference, since it was over an hour away, therefore I was not only susceptible to all the honking and crazy driving, but I was one of them.

I was flying down the road trying to get home as fast as I could hardly ever pressing the brakes but always keeping my right foot on the gas. Normally I'm against reckless driving, but when it comes to reuniting with someone I loved after three long days, I'll make an exception. Plus I had something really important to tell him and I've never been good at keeping stuff in. I just get too excited.

As soon as I saw my turn to the apartment complexes I swung in so quickly I could hear the tires screeching against the pavement right before I pulled in my normal parking spot. I quickly sent a text to Gage letting him know I was outside then grabbed my suitcase from the back seat. Naturally, it fought with me but I forced it out with every ounce of strength I had sent me flying backward into something hard. When I turned around to apologize my eyes widened at the sight and I dropped the bag.

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