B. O. Face
1 min readMar 4, 2019

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I ride my bike everywhere I can so I know how he feels. Winter is a problem here in New England though. I often find myself on the bus dreaming of spring.

I can’t ride without hanging on to the handlebars though because my bike has such a small trail.

Even so riding a bike is as near to flying as you can get.

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B. O. Face
B. O. Face

Written by B. O. Face

No woman ever murdered her husband while he was washing the dishes.

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