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When it came time to leave, Walter’s son walked him to the car. The engines of the motorcycles roared like a chorus behind them, not of fear but of loyalty and family bond.
Walter chuckled, his pride still intact. “Son, I’ve been through worse. But seeing you today, that was the proudest moment of my life.”
The son hugged him tightly, something the two hadn’t done in years. For a moment, under the wide American sky, the sound of motorcycles became something deeper. It was a hymn of resilience, redemption, and the enduring power of love between a father and son.
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