The kid rides his bike

” The boy rode his bike fast, he stopped to look back ,only once. His father had taken him here before in his truck. Acting that little boy sway of disinterest , the boy made a visual map on his hand; hiding the fact that he had remembered the route . The immanent pouring of…

My Love of Trains

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