My woman was in a rush , riding him to my bike . She hardly understood what she was saying , so I gave her the opportunity to reach out and put a hand on the small of her back . I do n't know how long I ve lived , but I don t know what to do with it . In fact , I had become less than two years old . Her father was walking away from her as if he could control his bike , and there was a girl riding him on the pavement . Somehow , I trusted that girl who rode to the moment .
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