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The 22 bus dropped me off at Oak and Fillmore. I don't like walking down Oak because it is far too loud, but sometimes it is the right thing to do. I immediately passed someone's forgotten bicycle. It had clearly been there for quite some time and someone had found a better use for its wheels. I tried to make out signs of life from the windows of
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