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R 70

The wind whistled through the air as Zian and Emma sped away on Zian's motorcycle. The purring of the engine and the sensation of the road beneath them added to the thrill of the ride. Emma, her excitement palpable, clung to Zian, her arms wrapped around him.

Zian, however, maintained a facade of sternness.

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