Party was rad, right? Between the beer and the pot, the nights a blur. But that was three months ago, and your fucking bike is still locked up in front of my house. Like, totally in the way. I asked all my friends and neighbors, but nobody knows your ride. I get that all the houses look the same. And, I get that you locked it up behind a tall bush, where it's hard to spot from the street. But, I'm tired of walking around it. So, I cut the lock.
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