On
a particularly sunny Friday evening, I was riding my favourite green bicycle - when I had to stop
and empty my small
knitted pockets, my pockets were full of old greasy receipts, and ancient
scrunched up school notes (It didn't really take long, I would say about 10-50
seconds) I was just about to climb back on my bike, when I saw transparent bubbles coming from inside my
neighbour’s bin, I tried to solve the problem, but then my grouchy boss
(Gerald) rang to tell me I was fired because I dyed his only plain white shirt hot pink.
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