My bike (Marcelo Moraes)
When I was little I had a small bike and walked with her through the whole neighborhood. All my little friends had his bike too. We liked and we were late into the night. My mother said for me to get home but I did not. So the other day she would not let me go out with my bike. (Ashuaashuashuaashua). I miss those days!
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