“It was stolen,” I said, as if talking about any everyday topic.
“What?” she replied in horror, “why didn’t you tell us, we could’ve gotten insurance?!”
“Because it didn’t really matter to me.”
“Why did we spend money to get this bike?”
My bike was stolen in the middle of June. I had foolishly parked it in Berkeley for a few days, and this was a
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