Bike
The bike reminds me of pictures of my great grandma, with its rusty old handle bars. The saddle was once lovely and white, now its moulder than a 1 month old pie living in the summer heat.
The bike reminds me of pictures of my great grandma, with its rusty old handle bars. The saddle was once lovely and white, now its moulder than a 1 month old pie living in the summer heat.
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