Monday, February 25, 2013

The week of my birthday started great. It was fantastic, until the end of the week. Some crook had stolen my bicycle. If the bike came from target, I wouldn't have been mad, but the bike had cost me 423 dollars. Now I'm out of a bike. It is a hurting feeling to have something stolen from you. But in reality, there is nothing I can do to bring back my bike. After losing a possession, I decided to continue to move forward and focus upon my plans.

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