Four Bikers Paid a Heartfelt Visit to the Little Girl the World Seemed to Ignore
I’ve walked through sixty-three hard years on this earth, and most of those years left a mark on me—some inked into my skin, some carved across my knuckles, some carried deep behind the ribs where no one can see. To most people, I look like the kind of man they’d cross the street to avoid….
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