We Hopped on the Motorcycle
A Jar of Jam - We Hopped on the Motorcycle
Based on my experience, you have to stay alert to run away by any means possible when delivering the news that a fighter is missing. That’s why I got on a motorcycle. When the mother of the fighter opened the door, my friend delivered the news that her son was missing. I noticed his father arrived at the same time. His brothers also appeared out of nowhere. I don’t recall how we hopped on the motorcycle. I only remember that a few moments later, no matter how fast we rode, we couldn’t increase our distance from them. It all ended up well. Two and a half years later, I went there to deliver the news that he was captivated. This time on the contrary, his brothers were .much kinder
