Ride Your Bike m.c
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Ongoing12m
Last published Sat, Nov 26, 2016
Not a lot happens in my neighborhood. That's the way life is when you live in a subdivision of vacationers and old people. I mostly just stay inside and play video games all day. Mostly Final Fantasy, that's my favorite.
There is this one thing though. Every day, around the same time, this pink blur goes across my window. It's the same girl every day, riding her bike while wearing that bright pink helmet.
If she lives around here, I wonder why I've never met her. I'd like to though.
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