Bikes and Burnt Toast

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 The air is cold as it blows in my face.. a song plays in my headphones.. I hum along to it as I bike down the road.. my short curly hair blows in the wind.. I smile as I bike down some concrete stairs. I love the wind.. the cold and rainy air.. I do wheelies on my bike.. I bike through a park and to an apartment building.. I park and lock my bike..I go up the stairs and go to door 797. I knock and take my headphones off, "aye! Lucy! Come on! We don't got all day!" I yell through the door. "I'm Comin'! I'm comin'!" She yell through the door. "I'm comin in!" I open the door and walk over to the kitchen. "Hey Izzy.. where ya goin with Lucy?" Askes Lucy's mom, "today's plane day miss." I say, "it is, is it? I thought that was next week.." she says, Lucy walks into the kitchen and she throws me her bag, I catch it, she's got short brown hair, she's got blue eyes, like mine. "you almost ready?" I ask, "yeah, just a sec.." she says as she puts a piece of burnt toast in her mouth, "lets go." We walk out the door and get on our bikes, "they said they'd meet us there.." I say. we ride toward the bus stop.. "hey, Lucy.. we jump on three and not after three, yeah?" I ask, "yeah, it's one, two,  jump." She says, "thanks." I say. We lock up are bikes and get on the bus to the air port.

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