Everyone Thought This Tattooed Biker Was A Predator Until The Cops Found His Reality
The Man in the Corner Booth By the time the breakfast crowd thinned and the smell of fryer oil settled into the booths, everyone knew he was coming. You heard him first: the rattle-thrum of a motorcycle in the lot, the idle cough once, twice, then silence. He filled the doorway when he stepped inside
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