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Someone stole my bike. My bike was locked up in my garage. It's the middle of fucking winter.
I loved my bike. It was just a cheap bike, so the stupid raunchy fuckers are probably just going to wreck it. That breaks my heart. It literally makes me feel sick.
I painted my bike. I hand painted flowers, butterflies and vines all over it. My bike was black and shiny under all that.
On the handlebars, right in the middle, in a heart, it said "Sari".
I'm never gonna get my bike back and some idiot s just going to wreck it. I know it's just a bike, but I was super attached. When there was no snow, I rode it EVERYWHERE.
I want to cry.
I loved my bike. It was just a cheap bike, so the stupid raunchy fuckers are probably just going to wreck it. That breaks my heart. It literally makes me feel sick.
I painted my bike. I hand painted flowers, butterflies and vines all over it. My bike was black and shiny under all that.
On the handlebars, right in the middle, in a heart, it said "Sari".
I'm never gonna get my bike back and some idiot s just going to wreck it. I know it's just a bike, but I was super attached. When there was no snow, I rode it EVERYWHERE.
I want to cry.