#77 Cassie

Yeah, I remember the first time I met Cassie. How could ya forget a thing like that?

She rolled into town on a big hog of a motorbike. Kinda thing a mean, older, hairier fella would be ridin’.

But there weren’t nothin’ old or hairy about her.

She was plenty mean though. Mean enough for ten, hell maybe even twenty bikers.

She never did say a kind word to me. First thing she said was

“Where’s a girl get a good feed round here?”

And that was the nicest thing she ever said to me.

I loved her though.

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