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Suddenly, I heard a low rumble coming from around the corner, and the ground started to tremble. It got louder and louder until it was like thunder. Yet, at the same time it was a slow growl. Around the corner, the Wolf Pack appeared. Their black and chrome bikes glared brightly in the afternoon sun. Their engines rumbled loudly, but slowly, little more than an idle. They were just lumbering up the road as if they were sightseers. If they had been riding any slower, they would have fallen over. As they came closer, it was easy for me to pick out he who had to be the legend. At the front of the gang was a gigantic man, reminiscent of an ancient Viking hero. He had not a hair on his scalp, yet his eyebrows were thick over his dark eyes and his mustache flowed far below his chin. Muscle rippled up his arms and gave definition to his dirt covered A-shirt and long
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