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Thursday, 24 November 2016

Biking

Everyday Ryan and I bike on the road together.
The wind of the cars brush my face, I feel the bumpy ground of the road. I can barely hear what Ryan is saying over the sound of the car’s, we dash down the road on our hasty bikes. I smell the scent of green grass next to me on the pavement. I see Ryan and the road in front me, full of cars eager to get to their destination. I make my hand signal to turn, we ride our bikes under the cloudy sky until we reach school...


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