The lo mein was good, but the moo shu was better. He drained the hot and sour soup from the styrofoam container, then found Leila staring at him.
"No, Leila, I can't. I just...", interrupted Declan.
"Just what? Sit here and rot? It's been a year, Dec. It wasn't anyone's fault. Everyone has moved on. Toshi, James, Juan...even Kim. You keep wanting to blame yourself, but..."
"But what?" retorted Declan. He stared at Leila. He didn't want to pick a fight, but sometimes it was just easier.
"Okay, let's go."
"What?" exclaimed Leila.
"Now, on the bikes" teased Declan. I hope this works, he quickly planned through his mind.
The whine of the Ducati beconed Leila, and the resulting burnout only hinted at the burn that was to come.
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I like what I'm reading. But, I may go back after a few more and read them from the start to get a more continuous story. :-D I do that a lot with continuated stories on myspace. I wait till they have 3-4 installments and read them all at once...usually because they've written them on the weekend and I didn't get the time to read them then... LOL
Catching up, old chum.
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