The wind whipped through my hair as I pedaled my dinky bike as fast as it would go and whizzed down slopes along the bike path.
It started spitting a bit which was actually pretty nice while we were riding. Magical, even.
I noticed that cyclists always smile as they go along. It's not like runners who grimace. I think cycling should be my new hobby. You can't help but feel free and happy. Except that afterwards my feet didn't want to walk like a normal person.
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| Olivia being the cutest thing ever while she drank her coffee this morning. |
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| Reward |
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