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bike donation, who said...
it seemed like a good idea at the time just before the acid kicked in, you remember looking around the house for another pair of scissors. then three days later you’re in the parking lot at Speed-E-Mart with a tall can on the curb next to your bike, except you’re not sure it is your bike because every inch of the frame and fork is now covered with red & white reflective tape barber-pole striped with blue fake fur strips beading up with rain and road grime