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Commuter :: the beginning

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I just beat her up the hill and I lay down to rest. The sun is shinning through the trees, stunning. My eyelids grow heavy …

Plattsburgh is a cold place. It is also foreign to me. I am from Montana. And now my cheap Schwinn bike is so inadequate.  Why am I on a bike. I wouldn’t normally be on a bike. I mean one day back in Roundup a classmate dared to ride his bike through town.  My young community influenced prejudice, now corrected, thought maybe he was gay. I mean skin tight clothes. Who is Shakespeare anyway? Well, this is all I have to get to work because I lost my drivers license. Maybe this weekend I will re paint my Schwinn. I hate this color.

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