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| One night, it was after work and the seven steps it takes me to walk from the door where I work to the door where I live, I looked up to the sky and thought, very nonchalantly like I thought the same thought every night of my life, 'Hm, nice night for a bike ride.' |
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| Then I thought it again. And then again. Three days in a row I actually wanted to ride my bike. |
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| One night, like any other as they had become; I walked outside after work one night and thought, 'Beautiful night.' |