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I stepped on the break really hard on my Kawasaki because the trailer in front of me stopped suddenly and left a trail of skid mark on the road.

The smell of burning rubber and screeching sound woke her up. She was the first one that could actually fall asleep on my bike. The rest of people who ever rode behind me could never felt as easy and secure as she did. She knew how to ride with me so I won't feel tired by her weight.

Okey..my heart were pumping so fast that I could feel blood rushing through my numb hands. I need to know if my little duck were still in the back seat after I twisted on the accelerator and rush into the other lane. I was so afraid that she would fall out of my bike. After I settled into the left lane, I put my hands behind where I normally put when waiting for traffic lights to turn green, on her lap. Good.. she was still there.

The best spot to view the night of New York City were on the upper level of Queensboro bridge. Riding into the city in the night felt like being in a science fiction movie where as a space shuttle were about to enter the space station. All these glittering lights shined through these windows from different buildings made that 2 miles on the bridge one of the romantic scenic drive in the city. Only if I had a convertible. But motorcycle was not bad either at least I could have the open-air feeling that I would not get from riding in a car.

I still remembered the first time we went out on a date. I had to get her mom's approval in order to take her out. Luckily I passed all the question she through at me. It started to snow once we step out of her apartment. She sure wasn't a good drinker but she told me she were so excited.. that she needed something to calm her down from jumping around. What a funny little duck.. She told me that every time she thought of me, the feeling of seeing me in the near future made her want to jump. So half bottle of corona would normally knock her out. But she actually had one full bottle. I ended up carrying her home and walking in the snow. There were only my footprints on the snow walking toward my car. Streets were so quiet because all the noise generated from traffic was absorbed by the light pack of snow accumulated on the ground. I sat her in my passenger seat and tide her seatbelt around her... And our lips touched each other's accidentally.

I always teased her that she was the one who made the first move to me. I told her that she was drunk that night and she could not stop kissing me; which was not true.. of course...but she had no way of proving me wrong because she could not remember anything after she got into her door. She woke up in her living room's sofa the next day.. but luckily before her mom found out she had been drinking.

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She is pretty far away from me now. So far away that I can no longer waking up in the morning and feeling my right arm numbed by her weight. A little yellow stuffed duck.. piyo piyo.. that she left in my room had replaced her. But that duck never needed my warmth in the bone chilling nights or fighting for a good spot on the bed that close to my AC in hot summer nights. (and it gave me allergies haha) But it does have her scent on it and it does bring me back to her in my dreams.

I guess one of the reason I did not want to leave this city was because it was full of memories. I can walk on the street of Flushing and remembered what I did in front of Queensborough Library when I was in 10th grade. (I beat up some kids for no reason, haha)Or at the corner of Franklin Ave and Colden street where I saw my little duck the first time. I can still see the office above Empire Paging on College Point Blvd where I had started my own computer company when I was 24.

Some said I was hard to understand. What was really in my mind will remain a mystery till I die.

I will say.. Ask me..

I would tell.