Wednesday, September 22, 2010
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- Daydreams and Night Journeys
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- Close, close, close
- Squandering city life
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Oh my goodness! I don't think the owner of the second bike is going to be going anywhere.
In other news, I live in fear that someone is going to stomp my back tire. ;)
It's like bad sculpture.
The worst that I ever had done to mine wwas for someone to pull the valve stem out of my rear tire overnight. I always figured that, since I only paid 28 euro for the bike, I could live with losing it, but now I dread the morning that I go down to find it missing.
Not yet, though.
It's like bad sculpture.
The worst that I ever had done to mine wwas for someone to pull the valve stem out of my rear tire overnight. I always figured that, since I only paid 28 euro for the bike, I could live with losing it, but now I dread the morning that I go down to find it missing.
Not yet, though.
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