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May 2020
Have you ever ridden your bike without it's training wheels?
I mean really felt it; the wind in your hair rushing down to your face. The warm breeze that makes you so comfortable lapsing over your every breath and pause, waiting to whip your shirt around again and again?
Written by
Patrick Harrison  18/M/Chicago
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