Madeline's been stolen.
Bike No. 3.
Front door was wedged open and as I was rushing to work this morning she wasn't where I left her. She wasn't anywhere in the building, neither was 2 other bikes.
Her name was Madeline before I even met her.
There goes my ride to work.
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'You're number 5'
'Im number 5? Well's that's always been my lucky number, 5...and 13.'
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