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My Bike

In by Michael on January 2, 2012 at 1:20 am

Where’s my bike? There’s my bike. Gotta get home. I have too much stuff in my bag. Where’s my key? There’s my key. Why’s this guy walking toward me?

“That’s my bike.”

“No it isn’t…”

“Yes it is. I recognize it. Someone stole this bike from me a month ago.”

“I’ve had this for years.”

“I recognize this – it’s mine. I painted this – and put on these stickers!”

“Buddy, I think you’re confused.”

“Man, give me my bike.”

Where’s my key? There’s my key. Let’s get the fuck out of here. “Fuck off, it’s my bike.”

“Man, fuck you!”

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