“Well, I spend my entire life being someone else. Whoever my agent, the studio, the director, the journalist, my parents need me to be. Sometimes I want to be just me.” “Who are you?” She shrugged her shoulders in a quick lift and drop. “I don’t know, but I’d like to find out.” “And you’re going to find out on a one-hundred and seventy-five-horse street bike?” “Very good, X. You know your bikes.” “How long have you been riding?” “Four years. I learned for a movie before the insurance put the kibosh on me doing the stunts. But it was too late. I already loved it.” She patted the gunmetal gray
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