We both motioned to our
razor scooters and sheepishly grinned before I caught my train going east and she took hers going west - possibly to a place were riding around on a razor scooter was social expectable past the age of 13. I know it’s a lie, but I need more hope in my life, especially when I’d trade my dignity to save 20 minutes on my
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