I Found a Biker Sleeping on My Porch—Then I Saw the Note
It was early morning when I stepped outside to get the newspaper and found a biker lying on my porch. His leather vest was torn, and blood stained his gray beard. My first instinct was to call the police, but then I saw the note in his hand. It was addressed to me, and the…
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