Part 32:
link Being Friday night, parking is troublesome. Lance finds a place for his Citroën a ways up the block, and Arthur piggybacks on the spot, squeezing his motorcycle in sideways in front of Lance’s car, the front tire on the sidewalk.
“Arthur, you’re going to get a citation,” Gwen cautions, but Arthur seems unconcerned.
“Nice motorbike,” Lance comments as Gwen once again stuffs Arthur’s jacket away.
“Thank you. Her name is Morgana,” Arthur says, sweeping his arm grandly.
“Morgana?...
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