I've hade my bike for about 6 months and still my training wheels are on and my seat is hella low. I remember my great grandmother told me how my uncle lupe was coming over soon. I was exited because he was such a cook uncle. He would bring me things and I was so happy. I was exited but still I was outside playing on my bike that wasn't even my size.
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