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... loose around his neck. A clean white shirt, black slacks, and the faintest scowl on his face completed the look. After checking himself in the cracked mirror, he grabbed his bag and stepped out of the old apartment that had been his home for the past few years.
Down in the parking lot, he wheeled out his bicycle. Nothing flashy—just an old, second-hand bike that got him where he needed to be. With a light push, he mounted it and began pedaling, the early morning wind brushing softly acr ...
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