We drank we drink again. At one time we replaced a little wine and beer for tea. Then he must go. Outside the night is warm and soft. No, outside is a bit raw and padlock resists in the dark. We try to pedal right in front of friends who are babay balcony. Turn left out of the saddle as if it was easy. Then luck smiled neither yet fallen boldness comes and we head into the park in the dark. I cried in front of the form it takes road under my wheels: right turn or hairpin bump. Everything changed at the last moment but we are animals kept sharp.
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