Classes are starting up, once again.
It poured last night, and as I biked through it, I war whooped and hollered once again, like I used to on midnight rain-runs.
Part of it was exactly the same, the yells against nature still echoed, but the steering was a bit wobbly and the tires flat.
Nothing can ever be easy, and rightfully so.
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