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The book is not a tote.
Snow is light.
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Snow is light.
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(The interest is whopping)
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Years ago, before we went speakeasy, the bright windows of Redbeard Bikes drew in all kinds of people on cold nights, some of them with zero interest in buying a bike, or anything at all. Years ago. October. A couple. Kids, really, teenagers. “Do you sell Sharpies?" asked the
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(Everything is related.)
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I was so lucky to know her.
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and they went, they're gone
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