trashercise!
There's something inherently beautiful about taking out the trash at 4 AM. The gentle drizzle falls on my nylon windbreaker as I drag a rubbish bin behind me. Trees sway in the breeze, and, in the calm of night, I hear only my rushed breaths and the rustling leaves. I reach the curb and a chill rushes over my body, as if I were touched by wave of
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Hope the bikings going great
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