
Every Saturday, a fearsome-looking biker would meet a little girl at a McDonald’s—and one day, the manager finally called the police.
For half a year, the towering man in black leather, his arms covered in skull tattoos and his face marked by scars, showed up like clockwork. He always ordered two Happy Meals and sat in the same corner booth. Right at noon, a seven-year-old girl would come running through the doors and jump into his arms, calling him “Uncle Bear.”
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