Tackling notes of beginning forms, walking around, touching all particles of enticing desire.
Wandering about, wanting to fit in, wearing all styles of biker clothes, bandannas, vests with many colored patches, sayings pertinent to what minds are thinking on a day like this.
Behaviors toned down, mild, touching one another with rhythms of loud motorcycles.
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